Saigon Velour

作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher

作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher

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Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}

Yeah, to glorious days {one}

Yeah god, check it out yall

We back, yes yes yall {one}

（fake roller derbies）

Yeah, masked avengers

Were here to sharpen your sword {one}

All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan

Scream on it, ghost

Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}

Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass

Stash the right shit, pull out his kite from this white bitch {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 bitches, 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 narcs 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 shit 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 ass whistle

Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}

To my real bitches take your draws off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {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 yall, and grow up {one}

Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask

Thats 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 Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}

****ing down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta

Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}

Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover

Hit the sports 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 yall, and grow up {one}

Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the ****ing joint

We all connect as {one}

（aw shit, baby） straight up and down yall

（staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one}

（ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ）

How many nuts you might bust? {one}

Haha, straight up and down

（how many shots? ） {one}

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（thats it） word up

How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}

（yo, yo, yo） {one}

（aw shit, haha） {one}

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