Supreme Clientele — текст песни (Ghostface Killah f T.M.F.)

[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 bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one}
Talkin bout, Dear Ghost, you the only nigga 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 bitches, 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 bitches take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch 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}
Dickin 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), ]
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint
We all connect as {one}
(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y`all
(Staple-town, y`all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {one}
(Ah-hah, knowI`msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)
How many nuts you might bust? {one}
Haha, straight up and down
{one}
(How many shots?) {one}
{one}
(That`s it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y`all? {one}
(Yo, yo, yo) {one}
(Aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga?> {one}
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