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Tommy Mottola, on the road
He his lady, two months ago
he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh that love

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

and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in
of roaches and tired of rats
I know are over

One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi
We passin it, takes the shake Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and mine
Swallow nine, model from Bahamas
doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas

They'll take all your with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll you one second, then hate you the next
Oh it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the champion, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God)
Now alone, he's just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha)
Always be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)