Oooh. (feat. Redman)

Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled

Get your ass up, and let's get ill

That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin' your bluff

And when it comes to rhymes

Brick City

Yo, don't scandalize mine

I spent too much time

Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk

Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?

Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear

Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare

While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it

Rock in it

Like the little ball inside the spray can

Providing three coats for both child, woman and man

God bless the God, lay these Streets, Wall to Wall

It go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique

It went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

It ain't my fault

Your ass is on the asphalt, got your chin touched

By my fam who thought you brought harm, you see

I'm iced out like a glass of tea, better yet

Oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me

Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D

Why try? Maseo be gettin' high since

Luke was Luke Skywalk'

Man, my topic of talk is sheddin' shame all over your game

Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin'

Is the past drug, a life filled with

Guns

That's what thugs love, snatch you fast, wrap that ass

In the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice

Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold

'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up, we run up a tab

And gladly add a little extra for miss

Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss

Most crews are post-current while we're forever

Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages

Graduated from the you-and-I-versity

Of hard-hitters, for real

Yo, I got **** in the streets

That'll blast your ass for the shine and get

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight

Then go oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, and to my broke **** on the corner holdin' me down

Go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong

I had plans to buy more land, plant corn

Bust kernels on heat, work hard like ****

Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat

Big money's make the big decisions, keep Hip-hop

Alive, it's just an intermission

Back to the second half of the feature flick

Dick stacks, and fuck rap

I had a name for makin' paper

Since papier-mâché

Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play

While you broke **** reach drunk much quicker

You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor

Went from God, to God damn

Damn God, you're killin' it

Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it

Rap cats talk with no will in it

Soundin' like they virtual, this joint'll hurt you, yo

'Twas the night before Christmas, and my crib got robbed

Shhh, shhh, shh, shhhhh

They did a job, took all the goodies

Out from under the tree, except the CD's

Of shiny-suit rappers, and flossin' emcees

Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know them wack poems get no play in our homes

You need to not get nappy with me

Or else we gon' relax your mind, let your conscious be free

Yo, yo, where my Wall Street ****, if ya up in the stands, go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab, so I can smoke

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

Hey Hip-hoppers, tired of that old trend of ghost writers?

Well here’s the newest sensation that’s sweepin' the nation

Ghost Weed, Ghost Weed

Hey ballers, ballettes, thugs, chickenheads

Take a listen to how Ghost Weed will help you kick it like your favorite rapper

Just a couple of hits and, it’s gangster

Watch how we secretly sabotage this cypher with Ghost Weed

Nah, just step back off me, I got Pharoahe Monch

I'ma do it, I got that kid like whoa

I'm saying uh

Yo, you need to take some more, son

Yo, I take another hit?

Ghost Weed

Oh shit

That’s that fire shit

Yo y'all gon let me get busy, 'though real quick?

Yo, alright, I wanna, I'm gonna hear you rhyme

You might sound nice 'cause I'm high now, but

Check my ad-lib, uh

Yeah, alright, yeah, okay

I’m ready, drop that beat

Alright

How many **** who actually kill still rhymin?

How many **** who are actually signed still killin?

Yo, your voice sound bomb

And when it comes to killin' a mic, they ain't willin

And I'm supposed to be shook? That’s the shit that kills me

Take a bullet for X in the ballroom, and then vanish, extinguish

To someone I drew

Play pool with the planets

Trusted acrophobia lyrics, outlandish

My shit's straight from the soul, God dammit

It’s the one time only

Vernacular original, spectacular miraculous flow

Computer digital

I ridicule the pitiful

Piss upon the miniscule

Pharoahe Monch, better park that ass like municipal

Yo

You ripped that shit

You ripped that shit, kid

That was dope, that was dope

Way out of control

You kinda had that, yo, you kinda had that

It did not sound like Pharoahe

Hey, you need to congratulate

It was the weed, it was the trees

Man whatever, I ain't congratulating you

The trees, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ghost Weed