CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Ghosted Faces (Freestyle)
Yeah
I don't usually rap like this but maybe it's time to change things up a little bit, ya know?
Yeah
Ghostface Killers Freestyle (Chaz Guapo)
Look at you, think you're cool riding round with your little coupe
When we pull up to your group, we gon' make you whoop
Even though we don't pull out our sticks and start to shoot
Throw set with the gang
Anything you tryna buy, boy it's on the gang
Anything you tryna claim, boy it's on the gang
Where we keep the money at? Boy it's with the gang
We hang outside, bang outside
We come out the house, 21 ain't even try
He ain't going nowhere, Metro at his side, tryna cover up the fact he ain't from the South side
Why you tryna hide? It's not fault you lied
Quit goin' round acting like you all sly
I don't keep a stick, that don't show I got no pride
Even though I finna pull up from the East side
I wasn't raised to be a rapper
Let me also claim I wasn't raised to be a slacker
Momma told me that she thought I'd be a good actor
My uncle pulling up with his job as a pastor
My homies talking all that blabber
You reading this book? Flip the page, next chapter
When my gang pull up, we gon' make you people scatter
My wifey told me that she wanna see me on the tractor
I don't usually rap like this but maybe it's time to change things up a little bit, ya know?
Yeah
Ghostface Killers Freestyle (Chaz Guapo)
Look at you, think you're cool riding round with your little coupe
When we pull up to your group, we gon' make you whoop
Even though we don't pull out our sticks and start to shoot
Throw set with the gang
Anything you tryna buy, boy it's on the gang
Anything you tryna claim, boy it's on the gang
Where we keep the money at? Boy it's with the gang
We hang outside, bang outside
We come out the house, 21 ain't even try
He ain't going nowhere, Metro at his side, tryna cover up the fact he ain't from the South side
Why you tryna hide? It's not fault you lied
Quit goin' round acting like you all sly
I don't keep a stick, that don't show I got no pride
Even though I finna pull up from the East side
I wasn't raised to be a rapper
Let me also claim I wasn't raised to be a slacker
Momma told me that she thought I'd be a good actor
My uncle pulling up with his job as a pastor
My homies talking all that blabber
You reading this book? Flip the page, next chapter
When my gang pull up, we gon' make you people scatter
My wifey told me that she wanna see me on the tractor
