[00:00.00] 作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
[00:00.37] 作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
[00:00.75]Songs Title：one
[00:01.56]Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}
[00:02.87]Yeah, to glorious days {one}
[00:04.85]Yeah god, check it out yall
[00:07.66]We back, yes yes yall {one}
[00:10.84]（fake roller derbies）
[00:12.90]Yeah, masked avengers
[00:13.83]Were here to sharpen your sword {one}
[00:17.33]All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
[00:19.07]Scream on it, ghost
[00:20.82]Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake
[00:23.63]We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}
[00:26.50]Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
[00:28.93]Stash the right shit, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one}
[00:32.30]Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I know
[00:35.30]Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}
[00:37.98]Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
[00:39.73]Past tense place to gold caskets {one}
[00:41.23]
[00:43.01]Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
[00:45.69]Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}
[00:48.13]Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
[00:50.37]When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}
[00:52.87]You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
[00:55.99]On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}
[00:58.73]Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
[01:00.67]Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}
[01:03.04]Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
[01:04.73]
[01:08.46]Branches in my shit be the vein {one}
[01:09.96]Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
[01:13.76]See that he rock a wrist, dude {one}
[01:15.26]Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
[01:18.25]Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
[01:20.37]Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
[01:23.69]Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}
[01:25.93]To my real bitches take your draws off
[01:27.93]To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}
[01:30.55]Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
[01:33.54]And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}
[01:36.10]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
[01:38.59]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
[01:42.09]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
[01:44.46]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
[01:46.77]Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
[01:50.20]Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}
[01:52.88]Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
[01:55.38]Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}
[01:57.57]Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
[01:59.25]Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}
[02:05.24]Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
[02:06.86]Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}
[02:08.17]Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
[02:10.17]Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
[02:13.91]Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
[02:16.28]Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}
[02:19.59]****ing down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta
[02:23.15]Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}
[02:24.90]Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
[02:26.64]Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
[02:29.20]Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
[02:32.01]Pastor troy layin for travolta {one}
[02:35.31]Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
[02:36.56]God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}
[02:40.68]Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
[02:46.24]Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
[02:47.79]Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
[02:49.67]Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
[02:51.54]Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the ****ing joint
[02:53.22]We all connect as {one}
[02:56.72]（aw shit, baby） straight up and down yall
[02:58.97]（staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one}
[03:03.27]（ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ）
[03:06.27]How many nuts you might bust? {one}
[03:07.70]Haha, straight up and down
[03:08.82]（how many shots? ） {one}
[03:10.38]{one}
[03:12.82]（thats it） word up
[03:16.56]How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}
[03:18.12]（yo, yo, yo） {one}
[03:19.56]（aw shit, haha） {one}
[03:21.81]{one}

作词 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
作曲 : David Porter/Dennis Coles/R. Williams/Jerry Tineo/B. Crutcher
Songs Title：one
Yo, yeah {new ghostface!}
Yeah, to glorious days {one}
Yeah god, check it out yall
We back, yes yes yall {one}
（fake roller derbies）
Yeah, masked avengers
Were here to sharpen your sword {one}
All praises due to t.m.f., wu-tang clan
Scream on it, ghost
Eh yo, we at the ****gate, waitin for jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {one}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right shit, pull out his kite from this white bitch {one}
Talkin bout, dear ghost, you the only nigga I know
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast {one}
Guests started mashing, cvl, ice water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets {one}
Dru hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist {one}
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
When the narcs hit, rumor is you might start to spit {one}
You nice lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted
On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by ghost {one}
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {one}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my shit be the vein {one}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {one}
Moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {one}
Five steps to concer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle {one}
To my real bitches take your draws off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {one}
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her ghost said, take your clothes off! {one}
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
Thats the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {one}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the wally bash {one}
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {one}
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {one}
Ask coward pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {one}
Acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
Distract that cat while Im hot sugar get a crack at this {one}
****ing down oprah, jump rope, david think hes rasta
Black man, dc hit to mocha {one}
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the rover
Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over {one}
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Pastor troy layin for travolta {one}
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {one}
Eh yo, the devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {one}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart yall, and grow up {one}
Eh yo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the ****ing joint
We all connect as {one}
（aw shit, baby） straight up and down yall
（staple-town, yall） yo, how many girls you gotta ****, yo? {one}
（ah-hah, knowimsayin? trey-mack, what? ）
How many nuts you might bust? {one}
Haha, straight up and down
（how many shots? ） {one}
{one}
（thats it） word up
How many cakes we bake, yall? {one}
（yo, yo, yo） {one}
（aw shit, haha） {one}
{one}