Songtext zu 'One(feat. T.M.F.)' von Ghostface Killah

[intro: ghostface, (big trife)]
Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}
Yeah, to glorious days {one}
Yeah god, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all {one}
(fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword {one}
All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
Scream on it, ghost

[ghostface]
Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {one}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, 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 narc's 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
The branches in my weed be the vein {one}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, i miss you
See daddy rock a wristful {one}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
Five steps to conquer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}

[t.m.f. - both]
To my real bitches take your drawers 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}

[ghostface]
Aiyyo, 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 y'all, and grow up {one}

Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice roley layin on the dash {one}
Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when i dumped the trash
Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the wally bash {one}
Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {one}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Mrs. dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {one}
Ask cap or pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract the cat while i'm high sugar get a crack at this {one}
Dickin down oprah, jumprope, david dinkins
Watch the black mayor of dc, hit them open
Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Castor troy layin for travolta {one}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}

Aiyyo, 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 y'all, and grow up {one}

[outro: ghostface, (trey-mack), {one}