One lyrics

Artist  : Ghostface Killah 
Song : One



 Send "One" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [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]
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians
yelling belly aches {"one"}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bit*h, pull out his kite from
this white bit*h {"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 bit*hes, 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
Branches in my weed be the vein
{"one"}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart,
boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {"one"}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your
goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital
{"one"}
Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big as*
whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

[t.m.f. - both]
To my real bit*hes take your draws off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
{"one"}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bit*h
face
And tell her ghost said, "take your clothes
off!" {"one"}

[ghostface]
Eh yo, 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"}

Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the
goalie mask
That’s the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the
grass {"one"}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped
the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally
bash {"one"}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name
slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly
hats {"one"}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes
{"one"}
Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny
mattress {"one"}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract that cat while I’m hot sugar get a
crack at this {"one"}
Dickin down oprah, jump rope, david think he’s
rasta
Black man, dc hit to mocha {"one"}
Two 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
Pastor troy layin for travolta {"one"}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly
{"one"}

Eh yo, 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), <big
trife>]
Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the motherf**kin
joint
We all connect as {"one"}
(aw shit, baby) straight up and down y’all
(staple-town, y’all) yo, how many girls you
gotta f**k, yo? {"one"}
(ah-hah, knowi’msayin? trey-mack, what? )
<shaolin, staple-town, b>
How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}
Haha, straight up and down
<staple drop a nigga, yo>
{"one"}
(how many shots? ) {"one"}
<gunnin for the dome and it only takes...>
{"one"}
(that’s it) word up
How many cakes we bake, y’all?
{"one"}
(yo, yo, yo) <how many l’s we smoke? >
{"one"}
(aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga? >
{"one"}
<at a time, you know how we do, at a
time...> {"one"}