Ghostface Killah - Theodore Lyrics
[intro: twiz (ghostface killah)]Generals on deck, whats up, son?(yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)Salut this (library shit)(rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is)They understand and support us(I aint goin out) theodore (uh-huh!)[ghostface killah]Eh-yo!Stark edition, rock christiansThe crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a missionSlick taste of lace, I done smacked new york cityThe four-fifty went poppin when he tried to dip meBalled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury dutyJudge judy, big groupie ***** blew me, beigen rush cuffiesBlast the last uzi, ship me to africa, right? I share rubiesDue to the night up on my behalfI threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bashDuffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fastRain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that assUppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled assSlammed body in the g-y-m, g-y-nLove doctor in the hood, *****ed *****es, all their friendsSo, yo...[chorus: ghostface killah (sung)]Party people, youre the reason were hereCuz we love the game and our music is projectsSo, so, yo, hello! makin sure yall still thereOn stage here tonight be the almighty theodore click[trife]Yeah! yeah... yo!Im a little dude but I hold guns the size of europeYall niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrupWhatever yall put up, I double thatStapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble atYeah, Im talkin money-wise, you funny guysIm quick to yolk you up like eggs thats cooked sunny-sideCatch me at the honey hive, runnin the stripGun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin dope and powerCulture power, throwin nitros, lettin the pipes blowGot remote control cars and theyre not made by tycoThis the theodore, drunk off smirnoffBit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what Im here forFrom the block to the stageI represent for those, locked in the cagetil Im dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gaugeMove accordingly, even when Im actin disorderly[chorus - minus last 2 lines][twiz]Who you wit?See? see? yo!Im a don, dead form, look upon ezekialsTo the generals in my click, therell be no sequelsThem hot onesll crease, the vulturesll feast youThe loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast youJust served fiends walkin up the block yawninLate night game, damn, forgot I got a warrantGot in, laid down, then start snorinP-o kickin ya door in, 4 in the morninYou blockin my lane-lane like john stocktonWith the uttermost disrespect just like, bernard hopkinsSimply, its pc within the verseSee we could be peoples later, in business, money comes first (first)[chorus]
