Saigon Velour

作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher 作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher Songs Title：one Yo, yeah {new ghostface!} Yeah, to glorious days {one} Yeah god, check it out yall We back, yes yes yall {one} （fake roller derbies） Yeah, masked avengers Were here to sharpen your sword {one} All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan Scream on it, ghost Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one} Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass Stash the right shit, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one} Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one} Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion Past tense place to gold caskets {one} Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one} Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one} You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one} Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one} Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice Branches in my shit be the vein {one} Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See that he rock a wrist, dude {one} Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Layin like needles in the hospital {one} Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one} To my real bitches take your draws off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one} Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one} Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one} Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one} Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one} Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one} Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one} Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one} Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one} ****ing down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta Black man, dc hit to mocha {one} Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one} Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture Pastor troy layin for travolta {one} Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one} Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one} Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one} Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the ****ing joint We all connect as {one} （aw shit, baby） straight up and down yall （staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one} （ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ） How many nuts you might bust? {one} Haha, straight up and down （how many shots? ） {one} {one} （thats it） word up How many cakes we bake, yall? {one} （yo, yo, yo） {one} （aw shit, haha） {one} {one}