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Tennis Lyrics - Ghostface Killah feat. RZA : Nutmeg

      [Ghostface]
      Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?
      This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
      You know.. I don't really mean no harm..
      But it just happens you know
      When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
      That tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
      Check it out though.. aiyyo..

      Scientific, my hand kissed it
      Robotic let's think optimistic
      You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
      Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
      Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
      Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
      Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll

      Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
      Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
      But Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
      Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
      I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
      Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
      You fake cats done heard it first
      On how I shitted on your turf
      At times, Cuban Link verse yo
      Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
      Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
      As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
      Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
      Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
      Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
      Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
      My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
      Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
      See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
      Straight off

      Yeah.. yeah..
      I just wan't y'all niggaz
      To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes
      Universal death threats, yeah
      This be the God Body, yeah no doubt
      Judge Wise

      Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers
      The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers
      Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
      Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
      Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
      Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
      All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
      Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
      Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures
      Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
      Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
      Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
      Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
      Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?
      Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!
      Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

      Yeah, you see what I mean?
      You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?
      Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds
      Instead of studyin me!
      That's how you lost your first job punk
      Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
      Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
      He was on the fourth, I was on the third

      [RZA]
      Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
      One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff
      Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock
      I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
      Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
      Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass
      Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
      Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
      Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
      Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
      Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
      Ring DINGS, right through your head BING
      Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
      Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
      Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
      While your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+
      Crazy as Shapiro
      Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
      And snap my fingers like the Fonz
      And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
      Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
      Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
      Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
      Used to fuck her when she menestraute
      But it made her hyperventilate

      [Ghostface]
      BROOKLYN!
      I know, I know, I know, I know
      QUEENS!
      I know, I know, I know, I know
      SHAOLIN!
      I know, I know, I know, I know
      I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
      BRONX!
      I know, I know, I know, I know
      JERSEY!
      I know, I know, I know
      LONG ISLAND!
      I know, I know, I know, I know
      I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!

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