Chunky

Hey miss what up, Tone got luck

I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck

Cats like the way I write, dress like a superstar

Take car of family so I don't have stupid cars

Peace to all single ladies struggle with a ruff life

Baby daddy fronting

That's aight check out my man Trife

Represent Stapleton, raised in the West

780 Anderson now I'm the best

Stopping all bets slamming niggas like Barkley

Back in my reefer days sellin you parsley

Always kept aluminum bats in the car seat

Then I showed Doo and them, That's were the narcs be

Came to play no games and stay in your lane

And the ratchets on your brain and fuckin to aim at yall

Big spender, Rock a robe in November

I never broke bud I throw my trees up in a blender

[Hook: Ghostface Killah]

How you like it baby

You wanna good time, You alright you alright

Come on, How you like it baby

Can I roll with you tonight

[Verse 2]

Yo, You better shoot spots, Red and blue drops

I used to serve those, those maroon tops, (Go head)

Then crack the window when the fuckin rooms hot

If my CD was skippin get a different boom box

New socks full of polo chet, rugged low mocs

So hot, Right before I pop the fuckin show stops

You can't box, I Seen better hands on an old clock

The old ox never marked you, Ima blow pops

Prophesize Don, it's me

Aqua blue mink, In my bitch arms and feet

20 g's real niggas like pardon me

Ima be honest to your man with the Dom P, More like Sean Connery

Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby

Giving you the business, Crack heads and wannabes

And I keep drugs in the Toney Starks pharmacy

Desperate house wives slobbing me cause they honor me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Now if it wasn't for the Wu

Tell me if this rap shit would really carry on

Now tell me where you from

Staten Isle baby, Up town baby

Boogie down baby, Brook-Don baby

Now if it wasn't for the Ghost

None of yall rap niggas would be writing songs

Now tell me where yall from

Queens bound baby, Long Isle baby

New Jerus baby, Connecticut baby

Hey mister, please let my niggas in

Thugs and my women in, You don't want no problem wit me

We got them burners on the dance floor

Goons is already in, Shanks and Machetes in

3 to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennessy

All yall haters what yall mad for