how this had to be the winds of march that make my heart a dancer a telephone that rang but whos to answer? oh how the ghost of you clings these foolish
' now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin' ghost
tree She's gonna cook us She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang
The bell on my door rang this morning From the kitchen I called, "Who's that there?" Through the letter box came a grappling hook Which grappled me right
curse you wore Can't hurt us anymore As we raise our glasses to our mouths It's all for one, it's all for one And the bells that rang in hope Are swingin
ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snortin' flame an' fire, as they ride on, hear them cry Yi pi yi o, yi pi yi ay The ghost
there for you until your dying day, Certain in the knowledge that it's not that far away! So you leave me sitting here bewildered as a new dead ghost
heard from again Now there's antelope grazing in range of my gun Come opening weekend you won't see a one They'll vanish like ghosts `cause somehow
My outlet is full of powerful niggas Electrify ya tie, spark up the lah Keep the room dark, let me fill out my high Then slap box my ghost till one of
of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges Plus, I got more G's than Sicily Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery [Chorus] [Havoc] Aiyo, Ghost
of, it goes Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes I got ghosts on
killas in mind Pullin' a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves Nigga ya bleed bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run Either long range street
[hook- group- shannon lead vocals] [chorus- dawn ad-libs] [dawn] This is for my ladies in the 280s mercedes In the h3, baby ranges, bentley coupes
or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless skies. Yipie i ay Yipie i ohGhost riders in the sky. Ghost riders in the sky. Ghost
both sides right above the gold wires I'll fo-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song, and really do it That's the true meanin' of a ghost rider Ten G's will
so, then he turned to go And I walked into the crowd again And the morning was a different place In every passerby, I saw your face Love leaves a lonely ghost
you pah! Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down On all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders Here we come, straight from the slums, dynamic duo son Ghost
The time but let's see It's my thing, yo, it's my thing, the way I swing Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding Saved by the bell rang, I talk