Testi I Think I Saw a Ghost - Ghostface Killah, Big Ghost Ltd, Reignwolf

I Think I Saw a Ghost

Let’s get this money, yeah nigga\nUh, shit is rock star shit\nRadiohead and all them niggas with all them fly names\nYeah. Green Day, Van Halen, Metallica shit\nYeah. Ozzy. Shout-out to Ozzy\nYo, hey yo\nWallos is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill\nBlack Gotti’s dice 'em off in the grill\nParty and bullshit, the gun got a full clip\nStop running your trap, you get yapped for that loose lip\nTriple Goose look like an OJ glove\nAnd them Gucci seats in the jet is nothing but love\nPush come to shove\nI’ma burn an half of ounce in the skylark\nIce cold Dos Equis, I don’t fuck with the landshark\nAMG\nwith the glass steering wheel\nPetrified wood dash and the crystal windshield\nWhite tire gold diamond flakes in the paint job\nShit’s so sexy, when you look, you get your dick hard\nImpeccable, I’m more than intellectual\nDart-throwin' don that’ll stir-fry your vegetable\nTone Tana’ll merk your grandma\nFor them dead presidents\nYou should never bite the hand paw\nI think I saw a ghost\nWalking up and down the road\nGoing coast to coast\nIt won’t stop until the lights turn off\nHanging on to memories\nWell here you go, it’s bad for me\nI think I saw a ghost\nI think I saw a ghost\nAnd that’s the word to my mother\nI love the motherfucking game, I like my bird to be smothered\nApple juice Beamer at Costco’s\nRock and roll shit still make you do the wop though\nLeather pyjamas, the house shoes off white\nIf I wanna win the finals then I gotta call Mike\nFloor seats, smoking on purple punch\nThe other funds stuffed in the safe way up at Oregon\nTime for me to shit on the rap game\nRange Rove cruise on train tracks in the rain\nFace twisted when I’m cracking your frame\nGates missing when I lap on a plane\nI may fracture your brain\nYour girl’s swimming, I still feel her wet weight\nIt’s a drywall but the cactus remain\nVic Spencer now chilling at the function\nThis shit’s so exclusive big Ghost ain’t see it coming\nAyo Starks, man, give me some blue and green Wallies\nI think I saw a ghost\nWalking up and down the road\nGoing coast to coast\nIt won’t stop until the lights turn off\nHanging on to memories\nWell here you go, it’s bad for me\nI think I saw a ghost\nI think I saw a ghost\nFiends they come out at dark\nRock star like Linkin Park\nGuns we gon' let 'em spark\nTwo tone like Ghost Clarks\nHoodie on like we stealing\nCrowd look like Van Halen\nMixed with Public Enemy\nBus loads of chicks trailin'\nWhite boys’ll ride for me\nBlack boys that die for me\nOnly keep it gangster so the fuck boys they hide from me\nToo big to stage dive\nToo rich to drink and drive\nBut I still do it, how the fuck am I still alive?\nRap on this dope guitar\nLights on like it’s the law\nBlue face, it’s blue face the safe look like Avatar\nGot bread for any car\nCould buy out any bar\nAnd I stand tall like Bruce and Abdul-Jabbar\nLyrically another level\nDeep get another shovel\nIt’s hard to hate on the God, so get another devil\nYeah, weed and liquor in my cup\nStill middle fingers up\nWu-Block\nI think I saw a ghost\nWalking up and down the road\nGoing coast to coast\nIt won’t stop until the lights turn off\nHanging on to memories\nWell here you go, it’s bad for me\nI think I saw a ghost\nI think I saw a ghost