song Like E... is like a phemomenon Ugh, al around the world they be bumpin' to E Shuttin' it down, right in your company I blow through like a gust of wind, through doors
know about having dinner on a jet Make it back before The DJ's finished with his set Now they call me the birdman When them doors ajar Ghost ride
know about having dinner on a jet Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set Now they call me the birdman When them doors ajar Ghost ride the
is my song She doesn't get it It's all before she was born And you lock your doors Like I've been here before I feel like I've seen a ghost Suddenly
just too nasty Lost on the dance floor as I attack y'all Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose Star-studded
a long whip yo I'll whip your ass Hard head mexican dope mixed with hash Machetes behind door where the ? is stashed Desperado kids me and Ghost back
G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is near the light
"Take me back, take me back, take me back..." - sample repeated throughout song [Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, aiyo you brought me on Jerry just to
fangs, she's a ghost, a silhouette Calling out my name (So close the door and lock it tight Then I'll know your safe tonight Turn on the song that means
[Verse 1:] I bounce in a bar with a thousand models Bump through the door and break the bouncers bottle Excuse me, I just wanna peep one song If you
you kno about havin dinner on a jet? make it back before the DJ'z finished with his set, now they call me the birdman when the door'z ajar ghost ride
(J. Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in love
we go again You're standing at my door. Heart make, heart rend, one more time again This heart gonna wind up sore. I thought we laid this ghost to rest
seen a beautiful ghost She must have been a sight to see Cause you got your mouth wide open And you're sweating like a 100 degrees But it's not a ghost
' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
crowd is headed to the door adios, that's how it goes a hotel guest a part time ghost this morning i was not alone it's not too late for another song
be easy. (cause i hate you.) Yeh ima stand my ground and ima fight wit the Lamb of Jesus Christ! I rebuke you I see what your tryin to do so i wrote this song