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

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

Scottfree and Chauncey, very
They're sick and tired of in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of
I know are over

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

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