Ghostface Killah - Paisley Darts Lyrics
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo
[Ghostface Killah]
Catch me on yo' brochure with beachballs, at least three whores
They skintone is coffee and milk, mixed up
Ass as big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up
Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet
Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech
With cowboy hats and coach bags, they party like rockstars
Bo Gary watches, just chill, they down in the shark bars
And me, gunslinger, clips, cock D
My fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds
I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee
You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese
Bottles, biscuits, bitches, blunts, bad boys bodying pit bulls
Karate, black belt and I bring booze
To big bar brawls, ball games blasting, fuck 'til my balls blue
[Raekwon]
We like the black Yankees, old vets who sit in the rest
Thankful, counting up currency and move when it rain, pour
From every bitch that we bless, we hit up, automatic love
The Cuban Link niggaz is the realest
My wallet walk, speak to niggaz, cops, judges
We put it down, Columbian style, with three killas
Based on money, dummies'll die
It ain't funny, trying to front on mine, we get in ya mommy
Keep cool, nigga, read him the rules, before he bleeding in pools
And fuck my shit up, and I'ma just lose
Paid a lot of paper to live here
American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear
You know what time it is, crime it is
No matter what rhyme it is
We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits (no question)
Based on a general's fist of fury
Neck, arm, money, all of that's crispy jewelry
[Sun God]
Let me show you how I g ride, nina on both sides
Nobody riding shotgun but the four-five
Nigga, if you won't try, I'll give ya something to regret
Throw that mothafucking semi to ya neck
Throw the other black Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm the resident from Homicide Housing
Known for drug dealing, stack thousands
Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses
At any time I could move up out this
And go and cop some shit up in the moutains
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, aiyo, you know ya boy stay fresher than produce
Timberland snow boots, collecting more CREAM than a toll booth
I grind daily, Patriotic like Tom Brady
I'm the bomb baby, cuz what I write is beyond crazy
I'm the Don with the teflon armor, good karma, mac palmer
Call me Arab Diesel cuz I'm a track bomber
Roger that, my niggaz ain't got it cracked
All we do is dollar stack, get twisted like bottlecaps
While you on the block getting indicted
We island hopping, globe trotting through the friendly skies flying United
There's a party over here and everybody's invited
The headliners is Theodore and everybody's excited
[Method Man]
Fuck that, 'bout time we took it back to the block
The task force coming, I got crack in my sock
White Rock on the dinner plate, get cash, shit is hot
Smash whips on the Interstate, we dash on the cops
It's them dudes, drug slingers, 1-6-Ooh
Crime figure, rhyme spitter, his gun spit too
Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude
And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes
Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life we living
That's a given, like football players love white women
White linen, a tight denim, that ass look right in 'em
Shit, I'm riding 'em, cool as Kahlua's with ice in 'em, shit...
[Hook: Ghostface Killah (Cappadonna)]
Aiyo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I pass the mic to Cap (Nah, I pass it back)
Never, son, hold that, you the master of the rap attack
So knick knack patty wack (This is how we do it black)
(Slap you with the almanac) Where actual facts is sold as facts
[Cappadonna]
We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones
Travelling across the world while we smoking the bone
We grinding, y'all niggaz know what we do
We get it in with the Murderland, Chi-town too
Hit you up, something nice 'til the death of Yakub
Swagger stuck on ya face like a New Jack tool
Right back at you, yeah me and my dude Toney
We don't fuck with fake contracts and niggaz that's phony
Trying to get this money, right homey
And lay back in the Riverside, just chill, relax the domepiece
Link up with a fly dime, brick and a chrome piece
Coming for that gwop, yeah nigga, you got beef
[skit of Ghostface and co. speaking during concert follows]
Other Lyrics by Artist
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- Ghostface Killah - Stella
- Ghostface Killah - Do It Like Us
- Ghostface Killah - All In Together
- Ghostface Killah - Stick Up Kids
- Ghostface Killah - Different Times Zones
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- Ghostface Killah - Cocaine Central
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Ghostface Killah Paisley Darts Comments
Still bumbing this classic!!!in 2019
Right, this joint is timeless sun god and trife deez was cookin, method man was flamin'
Sun god the first wu baby to lemme know...itals clan in da front. Wu tang FOREVER
Tony snapped... Then my soul left crying. That's just raw AF🔥🔥🔥
This track is raw AF as well. 🔥🔥🔥
Right, the track makes me wanna instantly hit the gym word up
Real shit niggaz
Still on it going on 2019
"Life's a B..."say dat ish Ghost!
Another master classic from tha god
Real Gangsta Rap , Poppin straight 🔥🔥🔥🔥 like my WASR 10 on point....! #1 NEVER fall Wu Tang Nation!
THE GOD..BLESS RAEKWON TOO
ghost face killer supreme, mic controler. the God.
3rd verse /SonGod Ghostface son.
Arab diesel / I'm a track Bombah!!
This background do wop reminds of Some 1950's Vegas ,Mob era RatPack...shit!!!
Raekwon type beat. Mob-God flow
Had ta work they Jaws.........damn!
Who was 3rd verse
snook354 that's Son God.....Ghostface son.
snook354 ghostface real son.
great beat
Sun God, GFK's oldest child
i don't know why pretty toney gets looked over consistently. it was a very strong album, plenty of bangers there.
I agree with this somewhat! I'd personally put raekwon's solo career over gza's, lets see if gza comes with liquid swords 2: return of the shadowboxer, and that Ghostdini album was ok yo!
Ghost is the most consistent rapper ever, he might not gain any new fans but he definately goin to keep his old ones
big ghost
I love the whole wu but Ghost def has the best solo catalog & gza comes in second only because he only has 4 solo albums. theres maybe only 1 or 2 ghost albums I wasn't feeling so far that being Pretty Toney & Wizard of Poetry. everything else was classic Ironman, Supreme Clintele, Fishscale, More Fish, Big Doe Rehab, Apollo Kids, & even bulletproof wallets. Ghost has 1 of the most consistant catalogs in hip hop.
Honestly Ghost has the most bangers in Hip-Hop hands down. His style is the best!
that beat is just too.... i cant really describe it. it gave me chills. i love this song.
Right makes me wanna hit the gym
Dope. Poisonous Darts was harder tho! #BlueHeartFam
Ghostface is the SEXIEST rapper alive!!!!
this is the shit
wu4life.