Milk Crates Songtext
von Ghostface Killah
Milk Crates Songtext
"I′ve got the feeling. I hear the sound"
[Ghostface Killah]
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the large house and - throw out the Ruger
Some say I′m good - others pray - the want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty
I'm straight like a flat chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin′ down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Black flicks - come on.
We f**k prostitutes - tie ′em to the bed
Throw 'em in the lasso - givin′ me backstage hed
Picture me in Isreal sandles - Gucci open-toe
Book of Life - two on Camay - no H2O
Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea
Y′all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the March of Dimes - f**k this rhyme.
*Musical breakdown*
"Up next."
[Ghostface Killah]
Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay′s
Spot niggaz with K's - son they feelin' your ways
It′s like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had ′em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had ′em all drunk - lazy eye Milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim f**kin′ old man Chef
But God shit's real as a f**k
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips
Beefin′ with police - Grade-A inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes
Plus he f**ked a whitey in the hill.
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
[Ghostface Killah]
Eh yo, I'm here to toast an MC like my name was Grand Puba
Run up in the large house and - throw out the Ruger
Some say I′m good - others pray - the want me to fall
Battle me - come one, come all - I leave ya jaw hangin'
New York City Slinger - Stark Nitty
I'm straight like a flat chester with some low titties
Plus my chain hangin′ down to my dick
CB hits - grand on the hits - Star Trek VI
Black flicks - come on.
We f**k prostitutes - tie ′em to the bed
Throw 'em in the lasso - givin′ me backstage hed
Picture me in Isreal sandles - Gucci open-toe
Book of Life - two on Camay - no H2O
Bandit - I'm like Moses - split the sea
Y′all split jeans - my last tape was the illy poster
Move crowds like the March of Dimes - f**k this rhyme.
*Musical breakdown*
"Up next."
[Ghostface Killah]
Walter in Dr. Jay's - rock the Jay′s
Spot niggaz with K's - son they feelin' your ways
It′s like mayonaisse - old people love you - corns on their feet
Fifteen, twenty deep - you walked in, cross street
Walk under red light - sound went through Crown Heights
Even had ′em on bikes - they was startin' fights
New Years had ′em all drunk - lazy eye Milton
Found a bump - tried to buck and
Scotty snatched Janet's wig off that night
Shit got hectic - barber Jim f**kin′ old man Chef
But God shit's real as a f**k
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips
Beefin′ with police - Grade-A inch knees
Duke blew a bag with him - he got butt-naked in the 'villes
Plus he f**ked a whitey in the hill.
Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs
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