Versuri 07. Ghost Showers

One goes through this rhyme that you 
He made up his mind 
That every little thing he does 
Be designed to entertain you 
 
Ooh, his whole life through 
He's been walkin' through the rain 
Until the day he rhyme for you 
And the sun came pourin' down 
 
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace 
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace 
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up 
Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up 
 
Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts 
Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts 
Starks stays in luck, truck 
There's a new gangster in town and he's comin' up 
 
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info 
Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin' Indo 
Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro 
Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow 
 
Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this 
Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this 
C'mon, stop frontin' at a time like this 
Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch 
 
Ghost showers just a sign of the power 
You feel in you, oh baby 
Ghost showers got you by the hour 
You're dancin', too, oh baby 
 
Behind the wall action 
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all 
Little Debbie say "I bet he do" 
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies 
It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy 
 
Kicked the ill rhyme, nah, nah, I said it before 
I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor 
Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction 
Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat and 
 
Ooh, you know that rhyme won't end 
Makes your day worthwhile 
It takes your day that's sad and blue 
On a ride to far and move 
 
On that dark and troubled sea 
Ghost showed you the light 
And now you're dancin' so fast and so free 
They're leaving stormy skies behind 
 
Yo, who got the biggest burner? 
Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas 
Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy 
I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family 
 
If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me 
My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me 
In 2003 the lease is up 
We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up 
 
Pop your seat up, chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny 
No doubt, I might knock the beat up 
Florence style, all up on the set freezed up 
All player haters get swiss cheesed up 
 
Muthafucka if you with me, throw your hands up 
Look, money at the bar, pick your man up 
Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough 
I need Viacom money, but rhymin' ain't enough 
 
Ghost showers just a sign of the power 
You feel in you, oh baby 
Ghost showers got you by the hour 
You're dancin', too, oh baby 
 
Ghost showers just a sign of the power 
You feel in you, oh baby 
Ghost showers got you by the hour 
You're dancin', too, oh baby 
 
Ghost showers just a sign of the power 
You feel in you, oh baby 
Ghost showers got you by the hour 
You're dancin', too, oh baby 
 
Ghost showers just a sign of the power 
You feel in you, oh baby