Letra de Beat Box - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. Ty Boogie, Aisha Hall)

Oh, man, let's go, baby, we gon' take it

We gon' take it uptown one time

Yo, Ghost, I need you to take it uptown one time

Hahahaha, come on

Ah, one-two, ah, one-two (New Ghostface)

Ah, one-two, ah, one-two (New Ghostface)

I'd like to introduce myself (Uh-huh)

My name is a big star (Come on)

Ayo, shawty got a fatty (Fatty)

Love gettin' cream (Cream)

Party out in Brooklyn, Staten, she from Queens (Queens)

Neck on aqua, stay shakin' the block up

Smellin' like Kayali, that's from the top up (Top up)

'88 Billie Jean braids, all boxed up

She's livin' her best life, lookin' to get rocked up

Big door knockers with her name in the middle (Middle)

Sweatpants, ass like jelly, it's all jiggle (Jiggle)

Certified groaner, wrestlin' over pickles

The dick don't fit, they callin' in an acquittal

She about 5'4", 5'6" paired with dimples

She ain't with that arguin' shit, she mad simple (Simple)

Nothing, nothing

She get fly like it's

Nothing, nothing

She hold it down like it's

Nothing, nothing

You can't really tell her

Nothing, nothing

Let's go

Ayo, Ghostface, where the mall at, baby?

I know the big shit, the third floor is crazy

I need that new MCM bag, cream and navy

Can you buy that for me, pretty Ton'?

Bitch, you crazy

I got that red devil dust phone, 116

Stepped off the D train at 12:15

Saw a pretty girl (Girl), so I slid beside her

Said, "Yo, that Polo red rugby's on fire"

Hey, you passed me, that's a tall mistake

The way you're jingling, baby, glass floors'll brake

These lines is not swine, that's Hostess cakes

Plus, my name Ton' Starks, not Frosted Flakes

Yeah, Gucci bracelets, Salt-N-Pepa rope chains

Rock a baseball hat with a cold bang

Gold French cream honey in her own lane

Straight off the bloc, shawty made her own name

Nothing, nothing

She get fly like it's

Nothing, nothing

She hold it down like it's

Nothing, nothing

You can't really tell her

Nothing, nothing

Let's go

Nothing, nothing, no-no— nothing

Now we went all over the five boroughs, we went all over the five boroughs

Ghost, I need you to bring it back to Staten Island, man

I need you to bring it back to Staten Island, man

Nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing (Uh-uh)

Oh, it's that vibe right here, hold on

James Moody, you can come on in, man

And you can blow now if you want to

We're through

Feel like I'm in a time machine

I wanna take it back to like '88, '86, somethin' like that

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