[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]ÂÂÂÂ
Damn damn damn JamesÂÂÂÂ
[Patrick Brown]ÂÂÂÂ
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's cleanÂÂÂÂ
leanin' checking out the sceneÂÂÂÂ
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shitÂÂÂÂ
Nigga where you wanna go?ÂÂÂÂ
You know the club don't close 'til fourÂÂÂÂ
let's party 'til we can't no moreÂÂÂÂ
Watch out here come the folksÂÂÂÂ
[Dre]ÂÂÂÂ
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickensÂÂÂÂ
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-techÂÂÂÂ
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USAÂÂÂÂ
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot whereÂÂÂÂ
young men & young women go to experienceÂÂÂÂ
they first li'l taste of the nightlifeÂÂÂÂ
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps onceÂÂÂÂ
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"ÂÂÂÂ
I never made it to the door you speak of hard coreÂÂÂÂ
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problemsÂÂÂÂ
and the troubles of the dayÂÂÂÂ
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoorsÂÂÂÂ
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left earÂÂÂÂ
competing with "Set it Off," in the rightÂÂÂÂ
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell itÂÂÂÂ
"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"ÂÂÂÂ
And the crowd goes wild as ifÂÂÂÂ
Holyfield has just won the fightÂÂÂÂ
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.ÂÂÂÂ
and three niggas just don' got hauledÂÂÂÂ
off in the ambulance [sliced up]ÂÂÂÂ
two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]ÂÂÂÂ