| This gonna be one of them shits right here, boy
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| Yeah baby, let’s do it
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| Oh shit, look at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion
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| Girl, and still don’t got no ring?
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| Back then, you was alot younger, now you older
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| Broke my heart, on what you had in the stroller
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| On the low, that could of been me, Huggie down
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| Fly and handsome, talk about little Starksky
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| With little Barkley’s, little car seat
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| Two years later, here comes little Sharneese
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| I’m saying, are you involved, what’s up with you?
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| And where homeboy at? |
| Oh word, ya’ll through?
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| Eff him, you know how I do, when I come through
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| Shut the whole block down like I got something to prove
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| But umm, besides the lane, you look the same
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| Still blowing beauty marks, sitting under your bang
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| Ankle bracelets, that Donna Kay shit
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| I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost about 8 chips
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| Hoodrats, they be wearing that fake shit
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| Like her, she wear the same bag, like it ain’t shit
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| Pardon me, excuse my French
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| Just read my lips, girl, everything’s me
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| He’s a goner, hey, you just say the word
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| Baby girl, I’m on that, hey, anything you need
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| Anything you want, want, hey, hey
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| Cuz he don’t know I gotcha
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| Anything you need, I gotcha
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| Ooh, baby girl, I gotcha
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| Yo, look around, everybody sipping on Rosette
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| All in our business, they wanna be nosey
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| He’s with her, gonna be all in the streets, like a Jeep, tomorrow
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| Don’t worry, let’s breeze the bar
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| And in case I ain’t tell you, those jeans is hard
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| And those is the snitches, mean mugging, can’t fight
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| Run into the po-lice, fuck them niggas
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| I pull out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten
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| Finish 'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting
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| Ghost can’t complain, 5'6″, swinging those hips
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| And my miss got me wanting to sing
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| Walking down the street, watching ladies
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| I got by watching you, watching you
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| I want you, like if I ain’t got nothing to do
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| Somebody better call the cops
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| Cuz if that thing cock back, it’s gon' pop
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| Once me stop moving, it ain’t gon' stop
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| Whatever that girl wants, you know she got shopping
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| Somebody better check the swag
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| We rack up and never check the tags
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| We just stuffed it all in the bag
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| Oh, you mad? |
| Well, too bad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goner , by - Ghostface Killah. Song from the album Ghostdini Wizard Of Poetry In Emerald City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп