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Tommy Mattola lives on the road

He lost his lady two months ago

Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't

Oh, wonder that love



Brothers try to pass me but none could match me

No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty

Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all

Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?



Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose

Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope

Airbrush W-B's, stop

(Shake your body, body)

And cop a couple of these

(She's a hottie, hottie)



Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset

They're sick and tired of living in debt

Tired of roaches and tired of rats

I know they are over






One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin'

Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em

Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme

Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime



We passin' it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein

Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine

Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas

Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas



They'll take all your rhymes

With a Colgate smile, hey baby

They'll love you one second

Then hate you the next

Oh ain't it crazy baby? Yeah



Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, oh, yeah

Now he's alone, he's just the King of his throne

Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah



Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore



Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore

Ghostface, Ghostface, amore