Ghosts N Shit

[Chorus x2: Slank] Ghosts and shit, old school whips Riding, sipping, go for it Leaning bumping UGK, I'm smoking, all my Swisher's thick Ghosts and shit, show me tits Bitch let a nigga hit KY born, KY bred, err-thing I do is sick [Verse 1: Slank] On Dixie Highway pouring lean Getting faded, nawmean Green all in my skinny jeans Levi pockets smelling mean Speedway for the White Owl blunts Dirty's house we roll it up Down here in the Ville, keep it real, each and every month House party? might as well Get the whiskey hit my cell Hoes see me coming, they gon' want a nigga, well hell And the whole Goon Squad with a nigga too We don't roll deep, nigga we car pool Act a fool, then FSU Hit the booth, what else to do? And you can tell from my swag I ain't fronting dawg Make a handicap brother start jumping hard Kush real close it's everywhere In my lungs then in the air I'm hot, hot, sizzle, boy I'm hotter than a solar flare [Chorus: Slank] [Verse 2: O-E] Rollin' with a trunk full of more white, than the Third Reich I'm high as a kite, thinking I'm getting my last rights But I'm moving outta sight like a ghost at night Waiting for them Jokers, call me the Dark Knight So I got that thing tucked tight, and I might Bust it out if these dudes get to rushing out Mad cause I got they chicks, gushing now, chicks blushing now Bringing out more AKs than Russians now Thinking I'ma back down, but naw never that I stay strapped like Velcro, they like you playing? Hell no! Nigga I got money to blow and got dro to smoke And if you thinking you gon' stop me then you bound to croak, STAX! [Chorus: Slank]