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[Goldie]
Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love

[Ghostface Killah, (U-God)]
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP!
(Shake your body, body)
And cop a couple of these
(She's a hottie, hottie)

[Goldie]
Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over

[U-God]
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin,
Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Bizerk, Bicardi Lime
We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas

[Goldie, (U-God), {Ghost}]
They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
(Blow 'em down God)
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne
(Yeah, aha)
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah
(Truly yours, peace boo)[Hook] 
Damn damn damn James 

[Patrick Brown] 
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean 
leanin' checking out the scene 
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit 
Nigga where you wanna go? 
You know the club don't close 'til four 
let's party 'til we can't no more 
Watch out here come the folks 

[Dre] 
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens 
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech 
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA 
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where 
young men & young women go to experience 
they first li'l taste of the nightlife 
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once 
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E" 
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core 
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems 
and the troubles of the day 
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors 
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear 
competing with "Set it Off," in the right 
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it 
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song" 
And the crowd goes wild as if 
Holyfield has just won the fight 
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M. 
and three niggas just don' got hauled 
off in the ambulance [sliced up] 
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]