Apollo Kids Lyrics
| Song | Apollo Kids |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | Ghostdeini The Great (Edited) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Burke, Coles, Evans, Woods | |
| Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh | |
| Yeah, I see that, | |
| I see that | |
| All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? | |
| Stealin' my light, huh? | |
| Watch me, | |
| Duke, watch me | |
| Yo, check these up top murderous | |
| Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges | |
| FBI try and want word with this | |
| Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon | |
| Catch me in the corner not speakin' | |
| Crushed out heavenly, | |
| UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks | |
| Chicken and brocolli, | |
| Wally's look stinky | |
| With his man straight from | |
| Raleigh Durham, he recognized | |
| KojakI slapped him five, masta killa cracked his tiny form | |
| E'rybody break bread, huddle around | |
| Guzzle that, | |
| I'm about to throw a hand in your bag | |
| Since the face been revealed, game got real | |
| Radio been gassin' niggaz, my imposters scream they ill | |
| I'm the inventor, '86 rhymin' at the center | |
| Debut '93L. | |
| P told you to enter | |
| Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light | |
| Crawl up in the bed with grandma | |
| Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife | |
| Ghost is back, stretch | |
| Cadillacs, fruit cocktails | |
| Hit the shells at | |
| Paul's Pastry rack | |
| Walk with me like | |
| Dorothy tried to judge these | |
| Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees | |
| Gettin' waxed all through the drive-thru | |
| Take the stand, throw my hand all on the | |
| BibleAnd tell lies too, | |
| I'm the ultimate | |
| Splash the | |
| Wolverine razor sharp ring, dolomite | |
| Student in role holdin' it | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin's like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at high-speeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real | |
| A pair of bright phat yellow air max | |
| Hit the racks, snatch 'em up son, 20 dollars off no tax | |
| Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' | |
| Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird | |
| Monday night | |
| Dallas verse | |
| Jets, dudes slid in with one hand | |
| Two culture-ciphers, one bag of wet | |
| Heavy rain fucked my kicks up | |
| Wasn't lookin', splashed in the puddle | |
| Bitch laughin', first thought was beat the bitch up | |
| Mossied off gracefully, | |
| New York's most wanted tee-ball hawk | |
| Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries | |
| Same ghostface, holy in the mind | |
| Last scene | |
| Manhatten | |
| ChaseWe drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase | |
| Rawness, title is hell-bound | |
| Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound | |
| We split a fair one, poker nose money | |
| Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear | |
| Yo, you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons | |
| Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in | |
| Grant's tomb | |
| Clocked him like a patient, his stock's full, hustle invasion | |
| Knowin' now, we cocked a block off, the chain tri-color | |
| Freezin' in valor, ice-sicle galore | |
| Gas station light gleamin' on the wall | |
| Cop wiseguy jams, | |
| James Bond vans | |
| Niggaz flipped timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams | |
| Pose at the stand-off, mad timid | |
| Hopin' that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin's like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at high-speeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real |
| zuo ci : Burke, Coles, Evans, Woods | |
| Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh | |
| Yeah, I see that, | |
| I see that | |
| All y' all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? | |
| Stealin' my light, huh? | |
| Watch me, | |
| Duke, watch me | |
| Yo, check these up top murderous | |
| Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges | |
| FBI try and want word with this | |
| Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon | |
| Catch me in the corner not speakin' | |
| Crushed out heavenly, | |
| UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks | |
| Chicken and brocolli, | |
| Wally' s look stinky | |
| With his man straight from | |
| Raleigh Durham, he recognized | |
| KojakI slapped him five, masta killa cracked his tiny form | |
| E' rybody break bread, huddle around | |
| Guzzle that, | |
| I' m about to throw a hand in your bag | |
| Since the face been revealed, game got real | |
| Radio been gassin' niggaz, my imposters scream they ill | |
| I' m the inventor, ' 86 rhymin' at the center | |
| Debut ' 93L. | |
| P told you to enter | |
| Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light | |
| Crawl up in the bed with grandma | |
| Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife | |
| Ghost is back, stretch | |
| Cadillacs, fruit cocktails | |
| Hit the shells at | |
| Paul' s Pastry rack | |
| Walk with me like | |
| Dorothy tried to judge these | |
| Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees | |
| Gettin' waxed all through the drivethru | |
| Take the stand, throw my hand all on the | |
| BibleAnd tell lies too, | |
| I' m the ultimate | |
| Splash the | |
| Wolverine razor sharp ring, dolomite | |
| Student in role holdin' it | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin' s like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at highspeeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real | |
| A pair of bright phat yellow air max | |
| Hit the racks, snatch ' em up son, 20 dollars off no tax | |
| Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' | |
| Rock a eagle head, 6inch height was the bird | |
| Monday night | |
| Dallas verse | |
| Jets, dudes slid in with one hand | |
| Two cultureciphers, one bag of wet | |
| Heavy rain fucked my kicks up | |
| Wasn' t lookin', splashed in the puddle | |
| Bitch laughin', first thought was beat the bitch up | |
| Mossied off gracefully, | |
| New York' s most wanted teeball hawk | |
| Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries | |
| Same ghostface, holy in the mind | |
| Last scene | |
| Manhatten | |
| ChaseWe drew the sixeight digit in the briefcase | |
| Rawness, title is hellbound | |
| Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound | |
| We split a fair one, poker nose money | |
| Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear | |
| Yo, you taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons | |
| Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in | |
| Grant' s tomb | |
| Clocked him like a patient, his stock' s full, hustle invasion | |
| Knowin' now, we cocked a block off, the chain tricolor | |
| Freezin' in valor, icesicle galore | |
| Gas station light gleamin' on the wall | |
| Cop wiseguy jams, | |
| James Bond vans | |
| Niggaz flipped timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams | |
| Pose at the standoff, mad timid | |
| Hopin' that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin' s like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at highspeeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real |
| zuò cí : Burke, Coles, Evans, Woods | |
| Uh huh, uh huh, motherfucker, uh huh | |
| Yeah, I see that, | |
| I see that | |
| All y' all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh? | |
| Stealin' my light, huh? | |
| Watch me, | |
| Duke, watch me | |
| Yo, check these up top murderous | |
| Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges | |
| FBI try and want word with this | |
| Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon | |
| Catch me in the corner not speakin' | |
| Crushed out heavenly, | |
| UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks | |
| Chicken and brocolli, | |
| Wally' s look stinky | |
| With his man straight from | |
| Raleigh Durham, he recognized | |
| KojakI slapped him five, masta killa cracked his tiny form | |
| E' rybody break bread, huddle around | |
| Guzzle that, | |
| I' m about to throw a hand in your bag | |
| Since the face been revealed, game got real | |
| Radio been gassin' niggaz, my imposters scream they ill | |
| I' m the inventor, ' 86 rhymin' at the center | |
| Debut ' 93L. | |
| P told you to enter | |
| Punk faggot niggaz stealin' my light | |
| Crawl up in the bed with grandma | |
| Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife | |
| Ghost is back, stretch | |
| Cadillacs, fruit cocktails | |
| Hit the shells at | |
| Paul' s Pastry rack | |
| Walk with me like | |
| Dorothy tried to judge these | |
| Plush degrees, said the cow, wrap the fees | |
| Gettin' waxed all through the drivethru | |
| Take the stand, throw my hand all on the | |
| BibleAnd tell lies too, | |
| I' m the ultimate | |
| Splash the | |
| Wolverine razor sharp ring, dolomite | |
| Student in role holdin' it | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin' s like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at highspeeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real | |
| A pair of bright phat yellow air max | |
| Hit the racks, snatch ' em up son, 20 dollars off no tax | |
| Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' | |
| Rock a eagle head, 6inch height was the bird | |
| Monday night | |
| Dallas verse | |
| Jets, dudes slid in with one hand | |
| Two cultureciphers, one bag of wet | |
| Heavy rain fucked my kicks up | |
| Wasn' t lookin', splashed in the puddle | |
| Bitch laughin', first thought was beat the bitch up | |
| Mossied off gracefully, | |
| New York' s most wanted teeball hawk | |
| Seen the yellow brick road, lust of pastries | |
| Same ghostface, holy in the mind | |
| Last scene | |
| Manhatten | |
| ChaseWe drew the sixeight digit in the briefcase | |
| Rawness, title is hellbound | |
| Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound | |
| We split a fair one, poker nose money | |
| Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame, bit his ear | |
| Yo, you taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons | |
| Locked in lab rooms, hit with glock, stashed in | |
| Grant' s tomb | |
| Clocked him like a patient, his stock' s full, hustle invasion | |
| Knowin' now, we cocked a block off, the chain tricolor | |
| Freezin' in valor, icesicle galore | |
| Gas station light gleamin' on the wall | |
| Cop wiseguy jams, | |
| James Bond vans | |
| Niggaz flipped timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams | |
| Pose at the standoff, mad timid | |
| Hopin' that the gun fall, guess him like lottery balls, yo | |
| Aiyyo, this rappin' s like | |
| Ziti, facin' me real | |
| TVCrash at highspeeds, strawberry, | |
| KiwiAs we approach, yo herb, the | |
| Gods bailThese | |
| Staten Island ferryboat cats bail | |
| Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city | |
| We banned for life, | |
| Apollo kids live to spit the real |
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