| Song | Cherchez LaGhost |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | Ghostdeini The Great (Edited) |
| 作词 : Browder, Coles, Darnell | |
| Tommy mattola, lives on the road | |
| He lost his lady, two months ago | |
| Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't | |
| Oh wonder that love | |
| [ghostface killah, (u-god)] | |
| Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me | |
| No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty | |
| Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all | |
| Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? | |
| Goldie and ghost, black african rose | |
| Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope | |
| Airbrush w-b's, stop! | |
| (shake your body, body) | |
| And cop a couple of these | |
| (she's a hottie, hottie) | |
| [goldie] | |
| Scottfree and chauncey, very upset | |
| They're sick and tired of living in debt | |
| Tired of roaches and tired of rats | |
| I know they are over | |
| [u-god] | |
| One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin, | |
| Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em | |
| Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme | |
| Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime | |
| We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein | |
| Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine | |
| Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas | |
| Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas | |
| [goldie, (u-god), {ghost}] | |
| They'll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby | |
| They'll love you one second, then hate you the next | |
| Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah | |
| Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah | |
| (blow 'em down God) | |
| Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne | |
| (yeah, aha) | |
| Always will be my friend, ghostface killah | |
| (truly yours, peace boo) |
| zuò cí : Browder, Coles, Darnell | |
| Tommy mattola, lives on the road | |
| He lost his lady, two months ago | |
| Maybe he' ll find her, maybe he won' t | |
| Oh wonder that love | |
| ghostface killah, ugod | |
| Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me | |
| No girl can freak me, I' m just too nasty | |
| Lost on the dance floors, I attack y' all | |
| Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw? | |
| Goldie and ghost, black african rose | |
| Starstudded low lenses, plus the mural was dope | |
| Airbrush wb' s, stop! | |
| shake your body, body | |
| And cop a couple of these | |
| she' s a hottie, hottie | |
| goldie | |
| Scottfree and chauncey, very upset | |
| They' re sick and tired of living in debt | |
| Tired of roaches and tired of rats | |
| I know they are over | |
| ugod | |
| One in the head, I' m fed, this is how we doin, | |
| Put a ruff ryder on my dick, bust right through ' em | |
| Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme | |
| Fine dr. bizerk, bicardi lime | |
| We passin it, takes the shake your calvin klein | |
| Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine | |
| Swallow nine, model dimes from bahamas | |
| Slim doodoo makers stuffed inside pajamas | |
| goldie, ugod, ghost | |
| They' ll take all your rhymes with a colgate smile, hey baby | |
| They' ll love you one second, then hate you the next | |
| Oh ain' t it crazy baby, yeah | |
| Tony' s his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah | |
| blow ' em down God | |
| Now he' s alone, he' s just the king of his throne | |
| yeah, aha | |
| Always will be my friend, ghostface killah | |
| truly yours, peace boo |