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  • 作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
    作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
    Songs Title:one
    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 *****, pull out his kite from this white ***** {one}
    Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only ***** 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 *****es, 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 **** 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 *****es take your draws off
    To all my high ******, snatch her skirt off {one}
    Just in case she wanna play, get up in that ***** 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}
    ****in 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 **********in joint
    We all connect as {one}
    (aw ****, 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}
    {one}
    (thats it) word up
    How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}
    (yo, yo, yo) {one}
    (aw ****, haha) {one}
    {one}
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
    [00:00.037] 作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
    [00:00.75]Songs Title:one
    [00:01.56]Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}
    [00:02.87]Yeah, to glorious days {one}
    [00:04.85]Yeah god, check it out yall
    [00:07.66]We back, yes yes yall {one}
    [00:10.84](fake roller derbies)
    [00:12.90]Yeah, masked avengers
    [00:13.83]Were here to sharpen your sword {one}
    [00:17.33]All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
    [00:19.07]Scream on it, ghost
    [00:20.82]Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake
    [00:23.63]We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}
    [00:26.50]Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
    [00:28.93]Stash the right *****, pull out his kite from this white ***** {one}
    [00:32.30]Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only ***** I know
    [00:35.30]Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}
    [00:37.98]Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
    [00:39.73]Past tense place to gold caskets {one}
    [00:41.23]
    [00:43.01]Dru hill *****es, specialist loungin at the mosk
    [00:45.69]Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}
    [00:48.13]Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
    [00:50.37]When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}
    [00:52.87]You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
    [00:55.99]On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}
    [00:58.73]Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
    [01:00.67]Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}
    [01:03.04]Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
    [01:04.73]
    [01:08.46]Branches in my **** be the vein {one}
    [01:09.96]Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
    [01:13.76]See that he rock a wrist, dude {one}
    [01:15.26]Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
    [01:18.25]Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
    [01:20.37]Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
    [01:23.69]Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}
    [01:25.93]To my real *****es take your draws off
    [01:27.93]To all my high ******, snatch her skirt off {one}
    [01:30.55]Just in case she wanna play, get up in that ***** face
    [01:33.54]And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}
    [01:36.10]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
    [01:38.59]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
    [01:42.09]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
    [01:44.46]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
    [01:46.77]Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
    [01:50.20]Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}
    [01:52.88]Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
    [01:55.38]Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}
    [01:57.57]Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
    [01:59.25]Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}
    [02:05.24]Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
    [02:06.86]Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}
    [02:08.17]Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
    [02:10.17]Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
    [02:13.91]Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
    [02:16.28]Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}
    [02:19.59]****in down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta
    [02:23.15]Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}
    [02:24.90]Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
    [02:26.64]Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
    [02:29.20]Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
    [02:32.01]Pastor troy layin for travolta {one}
    [02:35.31]Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
    [02:36.56]God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}
    [02:40.68]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
    [02:46.24]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
    [02:47.79]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
    [02:49.67]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
    [02:51.54]Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the **********in joint
    [02:53.22]We all connect as {one}
    [02:56.72](aw ****, baby) straight up and down yall
    [02:58.97](staple-town, yall) yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one}
    [03:03.27](ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? )
    [03:06.27]How many nuts you might bust? {one}
    [03:07.70]Haha, straight up and down
    [03:08.82](how many shots? ) {one}
    [03:10.38]{one}
    [03:12.82](thats it) word up
    [03:16.56]How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}
    [03:18.12](yo, yo, yo) {one}
    [03:19.56](aw ****, haha) {one}
    [03:21.81]{one}