Cherchez La Ghost - El Michels Affair

Tommy Mottola, 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 Rider 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, whoa, yeah (Blow 'em down God)

Now he’s alone, he’s just the king of his throne (Yeah, aha)

Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah (Truly yours, peace boo)