[Ghostface Killah]
I don't touch that swine
I want that unnecessary beef

You smoke garbage buds
We smoke tons of keef
Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass

And flashing, jack your whole stash
In fashion, keep my goons lined
In an orderly fashion

It's glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
Tinted out to spend the night
You ain't got angel funds is low, stack

Your (*##$ been ho-jacked
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly

Looking pretty toasty
Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
With a Bin Laden bottle

A Brazillian model
Got the paparazzi jumping
Like they hit the Lotto

Party hard, like I?m fresh
Out of the cages
I rages like Charlie Sheen, I'm vacant


[Verse 2]
You drop your pants at your ankles

At the urinal at a ballgame
I'm on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8?

Shorty like 6'2?
Feed her !@%!e, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep

You f-cking with a hornet's nest
Old shooters in the corner like ?
Young boys that be handling the rock

Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar

Got the burch wood lacing the interior