Ghostface's One is my second favorite song of all time, come and drop yours
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I heard the white label of this premier on college radio and it blew my mind. Ghost was in a zone at that time.
FunkyFresh
All Star
The video
The production
The raps
SwagmundFreud
Superstar
How many bags does it take to get a dope fiend of that bullshyt?
This shyt makes me wanna smack Action Bronson in the face
Address_Unknown
Jesus Loves you...Your Cat doesn't. {#Dogset}
Too much to chose and somebody already posted Mighty Healthy, so I gotta go with the first runner up.
Followed by this shyt.
Even though I like Action Bronson's shyt, I honestly don't know why dudes who don't like him really get in their feelings about dude's existence. Action's best day could never fukk with Pretty Tone's at his worst; we all know it.
Followed by this shyt.
Even though I like Action Bronson's shyt, I honestly don't know why dudes who don't like him really get in their feelings about dude's existence. Action's best day could never fukk with Pretty Tone's at his worst; we all know it.
Johnny Tightlips
Pro
Jimmy the gent
I'm still eatin off Lufthansa
All faces you go through when you listen to this 5 star hip hop certified classic. The 2nd track (3rd track if you count the intro, unless you bought it when it came out) come and appreciate. If different, drop your 2nd favorite hip hop track.
[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]
Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}
Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all {"one"}
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"}
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bytch, pull out his kite from this white bytch {"one"}
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nikka I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}
Dru Hill bytches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
The branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See daddy rock a wristful {"one"}
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}
Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}
[T.M.F. - both]
To my real bytches take your drawers off
To all my high nikkas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bytch face
and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}
[Ghostface]
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}
Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}
Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
dikkin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins
Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}
Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}
[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), <Big Trife>]
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfukkin joint
We all connect as {"one"}
(Aw shyt, baby) Straight up and down y'all
(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fukk, yo? {"one"}
(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) <Shaolin, Staple-town, B>
How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}
Haha, straight up and down
< Staple drop a nikka, yo> {"one"}
(How many shots?) {"one"}
< Gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> {"one"}
(That's it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}
(Yo, yo, yo) <How many L's we smoke?> {"one"}
(Aw shyt, haha) <...at a time, nikka?> {"one"}
< At a time, you know how we do, at a time...> {"one"}
@Tuaminator @Billy Ocean @Danie84 @SirBiatch @Mephistopheles
Got to agree my brother. Probably my fave ghost joint. I heard on an interview "one" was actually Sean Prices fave ghostface joint too.
KravenMorehead™
Barrel Brothers.®
u mad son?
All Star
Ghostface Killah – One Lyrics | Genius
In 2016 there is no reason not to be understanding any hip hop lyrics
Jimmy the gent
I'm still eatin off Lufthansa
just reading an interview with cl smooth this morning, man did he have sum wordz for pete rock. reckonz he told him once " Just make my beats, Fakkit" didn't know they relationship was like that.
KravenMorehead™
Barrel Brothers.®
yea cats keep repeating that quote on here
Is it a new interview or the old one?they're back in the studio recently though.
