Become a black sheep with me. Follow a flock inside to assemble, and rally. Or fight the flow, and light the fuse... Fly the banner, blue and gold
. Become a black sheep with me. Follow a flock inside to assemble, and rally. Or fight the flow, and light the fuse... Fly the banner, blue and gold
fly, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you could never see me and
Lollipops and triple beams Blue Carpet, yeah, that's Tha Treatment Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin' it Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this So go on and
front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then I noticed the stranger was Ghost-white
] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby Verse One: Nas Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour, glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I?m deceased, by then the
BBC and Britain's ghost His lady companion by his side. Oh yes, I see him now. And cross the deep blue sea I cannot smell Inside a symphony the "Pastorale
reaction to this pasty planets purpose And honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous But through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs, and slow downs Through chords, shelters, meetings, molars, gold crowns Ghost
front seat, and he turned on the radio and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Ghf] Do it to em baby [Verse One: Nas] Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) Hello my friend! It's late and I want to sleep But I just can't make it to my bed I've got a brand-new song on my screen
kind of fun And how we smiled as if we'd understood the writings on the walls And cooked our spice on silver spoons And if we wouldn't see the light We
the front seat, and turned on the radio and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost
I am Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? Dip, drop, drop, dip Stop, dip, ghost
the front seat, and he turned on the radio and them sad old songs comin' outta them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost
