Ghost Showers

(*Singer*)

When Ghost through this rhyme at you

He made up his mind

That every little thing he does

He designed to entertain you (yeah)

Ooooh (yeah), his whole life through (that's right)

He's been walking through the rain (rain)

Until the day he rhyme for you (uh huh, uh huh)

And the sun came pouring down (tell 'em girl)

(Ghostface)

Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace

And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace

Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up

Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up

Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts

Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts

Starks stays in luck, truck

There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up

Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info

Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowin Indo

Fly shit like Curtis Mayfield and his intro

Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow

Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this

Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this

C'mon, stop frontin at a time like this

Pretty Tone in the house, you better hide your bitch

(Chorus: *Singer*)

Ghost showers just a sign of the power

You feel in you, oh baby

Ghost showers got you by the hour

You're dancing, too, oh baby

(Ghostface)

Behind the wall action

Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all

Little Debbie say "I bet he do"

Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip cellies

It's Lils, dusted out heavy in the big Chevy

Kicked the ill rhyme, nah, nah, I said it before

I keep the club moist, ladies throw they panties on the floor

Action, Atlantic City lights, main attraction

Slick talk, jiggy at the door, got the gat and

(*Singer*) + [Ghost talking]

Oooh, you know that rhyme won't end

Makes your day worthwhile

It takes your day that's sad and blue

On a ride to far and move

On that dark and troubled sea

Ghost showed you the light

And now you're dancing so fast and so free

They're leaving stormy skies behind

(Ghostface)

Yo, who got the biggest burner?

Ask the Terminator, Wes Snipes shit plus Ghost meets Vegas

Stage show magician, dip with with a bunch of candy

I got a lot of babies, y'all ain't family

If y'all don't hear me, y'all don't feel me

My album is bulletproof, y'all can't kill me

In 2003 the lease is up

We on the block now, no need for y'all re'in up

Pop your seat up, chop the weed up, excuse me if I'm horny

No doubt, I might knock the beat up

Florence style, all up on the set freezed up

All player haters get swiss cheesed up

Muthafucka if you with me, throw your hands up

Look, money at the bar, pick your man up

Me and Reese Piece is like diamonds in the rough

I need Viacom money, but rhymin ain't enough

(Chorus)

[Ghostface talking through chorus)

Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, c'mon

That's right, you heard, party muthafuckin people, yeah

It's like that, straight up, nothin but the top, bitch

Yeah, that's right, that's my shit

This shit make you wanna go... yo'

Feel-Ghost, feel Ghost, feel Ghost, now flow it, now back

Hop, hop, hop, word

(Talking to fade)

(Bridge - *Singer* through 2nd chorus and Ghost talking)

Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go, go now from here?

Ghost showers got you by the hour, holding you, taking you, blessing you

Ahhhh baby, the showers