Innocence is topped not lost just overung And there's times I would forget but I Knew I didn't want to lose you little 9 year olds Where bareskin boys
Museum The Boll Weevil Monument and Cranberry World The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks
#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
Polly down the hall Now he ghost, and this crab niggas to blame Gotta [unverified] with his name, Im'a put in his brain But slow down, he's pullin? over, park
Ghosts in the park appear just after dark Killers, children but no one has a harp They look like tourists, it makes me want to laugh Under floorboards
so cold, oh Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy,
, but them chumps is like Ray Charles, 'cause they ain't seen no money yet. Trash rappers I tax and spark, I be wettin' niggas up like water rides at Action Park
whitey feel funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost
full of slugs in a slight second Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, it's Ghost
Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost
I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin' Nike's on tight and get ghost, y'all
gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Look who's next, it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park Ya got your ticket
got, got up in the parking lot Nigga, Scott Storch will bang the instrumental South Central here comes the presidential Pull up jump out the low rider A real lyricist nigga fuck a ghost
the pale horse, off course Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees African killers bees, black watch On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts From Park
sound of a finished kiss Like a lip lifted from a lip I took the wrong road 'round A room in a lighthouse near the park The ghosts in the next room