Lyrics Ghostface Killah – Cherchez La Ghost (Remix)

Madam Majestic (Ghostface Killah)
Tommy Mattola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
(For real son what?)

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 floor as 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)

Madam Majestic
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

Ghostface Killah
Brooklyn jumpin’ — it’s girls by the thousands
Heart-throb music — girls come out your blouses
Shakin’ ya ass — it’s Cherchez Laghost
She could hustle with a sick style — jump off the boat!
Everybody’s in the song — no bad boys
Scene hot and muggy — you might end up in the wrong house
You hear the feelin’ — snatch that boy
He a herb — catch him for a brand new toy

Madam Majestic, (Ghostface Killah), {U-God}

Ghostface Killah
Catch me on the stage with about ten kicks
Blister hard headed — grinnin’ all day
Can you say «Oww! We just got paid»
Keep ya frown son if you ain’t gettin’ laid

Madam Majestic
Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface
Oooo, Ghostface, Ghostface *repeated to end*
Amore, amore, he rhymes, he rhymes, amore
Oh Tony, he rhymes, he rhymes, he rhymes