Song Description

It's time to make em' say "What"

Lyrics

Represent an original sound recording from the album ?For Your Soul?



Copyright GHOST 2004



1st Verse



We just came to bust, kid.

Trust it?s no fuss for us to do ya?.

Like boo-ya. That style right f*ckin? through ya?.

So who ya?.

If we do ya?, you?ll lose, so you best move ya? ass backwards.

Gotta? black beard and I think weird,

But then who cares if I rhyme right and my left might be coming.

These foes running and humming too meet us.

Come and greet us with respect.



Chorus



We represent the curb, the herb, the street.

We bustin? words in the street. Smokin? dat? herb to the beat.



We Represent. We Represent. Ya? say what?

It?s time ta? represent. We Represent. Ya? say what?

Want us ta? represent ? Yeah, we represent. Ya? say what?

Man, Ghost up on the mic. It?s just our representaion.



We Represent. We Represent. Ya? say what?

It?s time ta? represent. We Represent. Ya? say what?

Want us ta? represent ? Yeah, we represent. Ya? say what?

Man, Ghost up on the mic. It?s just a representation.



2nd Verse



Back on point again, let me anoint these ends and hit these joints

With this gin and juice. We turn it loose.

And I can I boost, but I choose not too.

Gotta? drop you these rhymes.

Like oh, what?s the time and oh wow,

I gotta get back them greenbacks.

Gotta green sack in my backpack and my crew macks ill money,

Which is funny in the summertime,

When them honey?s fine on our tip though.

Get a grip ho.

I don?t hit those that I don?t know.

You a trick too. Gotta? thick crew.

We gone stick you, gone get you.



It?s the curb, the street, the herb, the beat.

We bustin? words in the street smokin? herb to the beat.



Chorus



3rd Verse



And so the function of the flow will be like dem doobies dat? we roll.

And always fat ta? get you funked up.

Kinda tight so you best puff up.

For dem? lungs. Sprung on hip-hop since we was young.

But now who growed up. Blowed up.

Been around the world and show up,

On all kinda stages.

Rhymes I write in pages.

Always get them skins cause? we open to all ages.

So go and get cha? i.d. .

You can come and see ?g?

Like that ya?ll. It?ll be all a that and fat, so best ta? clap ya?ll,

Hands up in the air.

With that hundred yard stare. Is all we ever need ta? make?em bleed

And me naw? care about dem? fakers.

Just be down ta make it real,

We got dem quaker?s oats

And no joke if we smoke you like a paper

I mean zig-zag.

When I be taggin? my name and sport dat?

Black rag benz.

With the ends we never had back then,

But we do now.

Like ohh wow.

Got honey sayin ooh how?

Whose so smooth. So let?s groove

And I?ll be hittin? it til? the earth move a full rotation.

Rhymes the occupation.

Mashin up the set and then we jetty to ovation.

It?s the curb, the street, the herb, the beat.

We bustin? words in street, smoking herb to the beat.



Chorus