It was the night before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next
[Intro] He's a superstar, yeahhh [2X] (Told y'all!) He's a superstar, yeahhh [Ghostface Killah] Superstar, blowin smoke at the hookah bar The bullet
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck! Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar Take care of family
Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killin' If I turn
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah
[Intro: Sheek Louch] Geah! Aiyyo Starks, whattup? What it do family? [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop
Yo, yo, y'all respect my tour bus We got whores with no drawers ready to do all four of us Wildin', bustin' big bags of Ruffles Show money, rubber banded
[Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead and spell it out I
Together baby, together baby Baby, just you and me, whoa Yo, yo, aiyyo, it's Tone, crispy like a pair of headphones Used to play the 280 party rec rooms
Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh Yeah, I see that, I see that All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? Stealin' my light, huh? Watch me,
"Am I a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized
In these words that crash my ears I now stomach this in fear With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son Who by fire I would come Through this
In the worst of all your fears You have come so far to hear That in turn they've showered your name As the laughing stock Now by fire you must hang As
All these saints That I move without I lose without a name All these saints They move without They moved throughout again Well, all these places Will
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two I'm thinking of a number between everything and two She said, you can find a space between my arms
"i'd like to know.. are you really ready for some super dynamite soul? Then thank you, because now, it's star time!" The apollo (4x) [kid
Estuary girl you're not the one You don't belong to the world that I'm from Your lazy words blow like confetti in the wind, in the wind Estuary girl you