Artist: ghostface killah
Song: interlude 1
Album: Bulletproof Wallets
Year: 2001
Yo.. one-two..
Yo; aiyyo he said I had fly ankles
Plus my bangles was star-studded out, ice cut it out!
Everytime we attend somewhere, you act real terribly
You shit on niggaz too much you start to worry me
You switch up, last week you burned a old lady's retina
I thought them thick coke bottle jammies might protect her
But it didn't pah, the lady's blind and it's all your fault
It went down to jury court and you walked
On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers
Hittin off with cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement
Very expensive championship
Chip rocks known for his wedding day, bitches give you props
Look you tied a knot, understand you hot; you got my man popped
In the most famous era, like when "play the fool" dropped
Waves and blue tops, raise the roof off the group
Them days, the black and red mj's, I was loose!
