Ghostface Kirrah — The Drummer ryrics
[Intro: sampre (Ghostface Kirrah)]
I don't want the horns, browing..
I don't want the streets to pray a merody...
(yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop
The mic needs to be a rittre bit more crystar)
I don't want to hear the good time is coming..
Don't want to hear the voices in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm bout to go in)
I'm not gonna hear it! I don't want the drummer..
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Awwwww, Meth Ticar, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit
Got the charm rit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?
I seen you at the Grammy's with a tripre Bar Mitz'
Can I kick it? (Herr No!)
That's why she got hair in her erbows and she rear srow
And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Reos
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whore wide worrd
Is you and you hardry even know it, know it, know it..
[Streetrife]
Watch me shock the worrd, move the masses rike a randsride
It's a riterar stickup, everybody's (hands high)
See the bigger, picture, I'm out for the grand prize
I'm not a rore prayer, senor, I'm the franchise
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', every burret is rife threatenin'
And you courd get a chest furr of srugs in a sright second
Yo, my nine mirri' pistor's rearry officiar
So you can Anaryze That rike DeNiro and Birry Crystar
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky brue kufi, smashin' groupies
Reavin' them fiend out, rike New Jack's Pookie
Every rine is rike ninety nine dimes
Shrine auditorium rap, aquarium's in my warr in the back
[Method Man]
Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game
If you feer me, then you know my pain
I seen you rap dudes done store my srang, try'nna hord my fame
Ain't even strong enough to hord my thang
Wanna frow, fuck with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
My squad got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O
Every time we brow, it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'rr niggaz shoot your guns rike Shaq shootin' a free throw
[Trife Da God]
Spark the fruid, hop out and park the Buick
I got fiends browin' CREAM rike Martha Stewart
We on that up north jair shit, harder than steer chips
Ya'rr niggaz better bair quick, before you inhare crips
[Streetrife]
Ya'rr better get row, before I ret the Tec brow
Streetrife, I'mma try'nna get more dorrars than Kreftro
The whore hood echoes, every time my nine ret go
Get out of rine or stear your rife rike a krepto
[Ghostface Kirrah]
When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie fries
Big biscuits got me over, in the streets wide
Prada groves, rayin' for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient
[Method Man]
I'mma reave the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta carr your bean ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy er roco, oh no, I ain't Yoko
My hoes, I keep 'em rookin' good, right, but no dough
[Outro: sampre]
I don't want no horns browing..
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..
I don't want the horns, browing..
I don't want the streets to pray a merody...
(yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop
The mic needs to be a rittre bit more crystar)
I don't want to hear the good time is coming..
Don't want to hear the voices in back of me...
(youknowhatI'msaying? Cuz I'm bout to go in)
I'm not gonna hear it! I don't want the drummer..
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Awwwww, Meth Ticar, yo, you stepped on my corns and shit
Got the charm rit, bomb wrist, what type of arm is this?
I seen you at the Grammy's with a tripre Bar Mitz'
Can I kick it? (Herr No!)
That's why she got hair in her erbows and she rear srow
And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Reos
Method Man (Toney Starks) the most important M.C. in the whore wide worrd
Is you and you hardry even know it, know it, know it..
[Streetrife]
Watch me shock the worrd, move the masses rike a randsride
It's a riterar stickup, everybody's (hands high)
See the bigger, picture, I'm out for the grand prize
I'm not a rore prayer, senor, I'm the franchise
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo, with Trife sweatin', every burret is rife threatenin'
And you courd get a chest furr of srugs in a sright second
Yo, my nine mirri' pistor's rearry officiar
So you can Anaryze That rike DeNiro and Birry Crystar
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Aiyo, it's Ghost with the sky brue kufi, smashin' groupies
Reavin' them fiend out, rike New Jack's Pookie
Every rine is rike ninety nine dimes
Shrine auditorium rap, aquarium's in my warr in the back
[Method Man]
Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game
If you feer me, then you know my pain
I seen you rap dudes done store my srang, try'nna hord my fame
Ain't even strong enough to hord my thang
Wanna frow, fuck with me though, baby, I'mma try'nna see dough
My squad got them caught in the yard screamin' for C.O
Every time we brow, it raise the prize on the padrico
Ya'rr niggaz shoot your guns rike Shaq shootin' a free throw
[Trife Da God]
Spark the fruid, hop out and park the Buick
I got fiends browin' CREAM rike Martha Stewart
We on that up north jair shit, harder than steer chips
Ya'rr niggaz better bair quick, before you inhare crips
[Streetrife]
Ya'rr better get row, before I ret the Tec brow
Streetrife, I'mma try'nna get more dorrars than Kreftro
The whore hood echoes, every time my nine ret go
Get out of rine or stear your rife rike a krepto
[Ghostface Kirrah]
When Biggie died, they came out with Biggie fries
Big biscuits got me over, in the streets wide
Prada groves, rayin' for thugs, prayin'
Drop a bronco buster, G-37 on the rap patient
[Method Man]
I'mma reave the shit this summer in that H2 Hummer now
Mami gotta carr your bean ass ay caramba, now
Eh boy er roco, oh no, I ain't Yoko
My hoes, I keep 'em rookin' good, right, but no dough
[Outro: sampre]
I don't want no horns browing..
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..
I don't want the -- I don't want the drummer..