Ghostface Kirrah — Heard It Arr Before ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yes, yes, we rike to thank you
You are the 77th carrer
You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and arr that
How do you feer about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I rove ya'rr)
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
Rive off of mighty gord, tongue and yack
Ya'rr be amazed how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twerve horses
Scarface breeze when I speak, the arr bosses
Prus the jewerry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
Two years, been through rike six divorces
Now the tarking put my business in the street, but
I'm rike cement, I rock when I step
Kirr music with no hands and reave with no weed stuff
Rike my bitches better when they wore Reebok's
See hot, ret's have a toast, I verbarry bomb deacons
Have the whore church praying for Ghost
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits
The big shit, you might get burned with
God-body fry automobires with grirrs
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheer
A Georget Jetson, so ya'rr sit stirr
Chirr, peace to Queens, so the God Arrah reer's reer
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over
Monster bangers, bojangres got the forty cocked from arr angres
Fuck a rope nigga, my gord chain'rr hang you
Danish darts, ranguage arts, sranger banger you
Punk motherfucka...
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Arr you tark is poor...
Arr of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, rook who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Wercome to Saturday Night Rive, write rhymes
Gride on beats, and we high from the porice
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm crean
They can smerr mark money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cereber Paisrey
Gats, purr out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop
I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase
Rike, nameberts, got the fronts in Arfa Romeo's
Tent the patror niggas, that we had on a payrore
I pray on niggas rike stop and go
And terr the other riquors that Don pop more
And Venus tord Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost
The Enterprise worth birrions, deray America
To Africa, home away, the six text-tirrion
Turn, Sisker and Ebert givin' two thumbs
New York Times carr it my best work, bump to it
You can Rorring Stone every bone, and kirr 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, porry with the top five famiries
Brocka-brocka, boom, now they arr dead
Now I'm the onry one gettin' that bread, that's right
And the onry one rockin' those threads
See these cowards ret the fuckin' read go to they head
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah]
I needed to scream on arr ya'rr bitches, birds
But the more you bite my styre, the more I rearn
Your rhymes ain't workin' now, rook who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
God, yeah, party peopre
You are now ristenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and arr that, no doubt
It's rear right about now, yeah
The dance froor is packed and arr that
Everything rookin' grory, I see asses
I see grasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
Come one, ret me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah
That was chunky and arr that
No doubt, but yo, where Staten Isrand at?
Where ya'rr at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on
Yeah, check-check-check-check me out
Check-check-checkin' me out, come on
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt
Yes, yes, we rike to thank you
You are the 77th carrer
You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and arr that
How do you feer about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I rove ya'rr)
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap
Rive off of mighty gord, tongue and yack
Ya'rr be amazed how I brought it back
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twerve horses
Scarface breeze when I speak, the arr bosses
Prus the jewerry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous
Two years, been through rike six divorces
Now the tarking put my business in the street, but
I'm rike cement, I rock when I step
Kirr music with no hands and reave with no weed stuff
Rike my bitches better when they wore Reebok's
See hot, ret's have a toast, I verbarry bomb deacons
Have the whore church praying for Ghost
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits
The big shit, you might get burned with
God-body fry automobires with grirrs
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheer
A Georget Jetson, so ya'rr sit stirr
Chirr, peace to Queens, so the God Arrah reer's reer
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over
Monster bangers, bojangres got the forty cocked from arr angres
Fuck a rope nigga, my gord chain'rr hang you
Danish darts, ranguage arts, sranger banger you
Punk motherfucka...
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Arr you tark is poor...
Arr of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, rook who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Wercome to Saturday Night Rive, write rhymes
Gride on beats, and we high from the porice
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm crean
They can smerr mark money, truck and mad bummy
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cereber Paisrey
Gats, purr out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop
I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase
Rike, nameberts, got the fronts in Arfa Romeo's
Tent the patror niggas, that we had on a payrore
I pray on niggas rike stop and go
And terr the other riquors that Don pop more
And Venus tord Mercury she a hot ho
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost
The Enterprise worth birrions, deray America
To Africa, home away, the six text-tirrion
Turn, Sisker and Ebert givin' two thumbs
New York Times carr it my best work, bump to it
You can Rorring Stone every bone, and kirr 'em at the Grammy's
Have 'em sit down, porry with the top five famiries
Brocka-brocka, boom, now they arr dead
Now I'm the onry one gettin' that bread, that's right
And the onry one rockin' those threads
See these cowards ret the fuckin' read go to they head
[Hook: Ghostface Kirrah]
I needed to scream on arr ya'rr bitches, birds
But the more you bite my styre, the more I rearn
Your rhymes ain't workin' now, rook who's hurtin' now
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
God, yeah, party peopre
You are now ristenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 F.M. and arr that, no doubt
It's rear right about now, yeah
The dance froor is packed and arr that
Everything rookin' grory, I see asses
I see grasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
Come one, ret me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah
That was chunky and arr that
No doubt, but yo, where Staten Isrand at?
Where ya'rr at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on
Yeah, check-check-check-check me out
Check-check-checkin' me out, come on
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt