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Good Times
Lyricist:K Dean, Robert Hankerson, Marilyn Mc Leod, Pamela Joan Sawyer, David Styles
Killa House Brick City Style P
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad Broken glass oh I'm swingin' harder then cash is swung The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump Neva, dropin' the blunt, 2 for fine rollin' 89 in the bricks is 15 and growin' Killa House fan, you know what it mean It mean your sifa ain't fuckin' wit the 'Lord of the Ring'
Diggy, I pack your pipe wit nothin' but bomb It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm Oh Lord, involge Massive indo, I'm breakin' the dress code I ain't rockin' kinda-gos I just came to get high with Styles Like my, Block D with wider vowels I'm talking about A E I O U My skills already have niggas 'prest fuck an interview
I get high, high, high, high (Every day) I get high, high, high, high (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory, high on your memory) (All the time)
I get high, high, high, high (High on your memory) (Every day) I get high, high, high, high (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (All the time) I get high, high, high, high High
I'ma blow it if it's sticky kid (What up) I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did My pens my cigar, my bars be serious You can't fuck wit me dawg, point blank period I get high and holusenate, a pound cast 6 in New York But it's half in Miami, nigga move your wait My dimes be 1 point O's, 20's be 2 point 2's Bring a snack and some fruit punch too
And you know I, the purple stuff I'm so high I can piss on a cloud and make a bird look up Smokin' haze in the hummer wile the bird look up Gettin' high wit the hammer so the bird shook up I get high like Doc and Meth and 'Let the Monkeys Out' So I can 'Bring the Pain' wile I pop ya chest It's D Block when the basters repin' (D Block) All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection what
I get high, high, high, high (Every day) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I get high, high, high, high (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory, high on your memory) (All the time)
I get high, high, high, high (High on your memory) (Every day) I get high, high, high, high (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (All the time) I get high, high, high, high High
Okay, who ya know smoke more earth then Tical? Hit up a weed spot Then off to the D block to smoke it wit Styles I Fight my way up out the D-Tox, who smoke a slip But he don't need block [Incomprehensible]and cumulus clouds Pull up your Rebox This kid is goin' mad, rapper like D-Doc I got trees but I'm tryin' to smoke a little he got
If not these niggas then who (Son tell me who) Burn a leaf and get it 'Hot in Herre', like Nelly do I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by Stay red eye no need to get fly I get rush when I'm rollin' 'em up The other day I saw sonz in the theater Kids was throwin' 'em up
I get high, high, high Every day I get high Yeah I get high, high, high And every night I get high Yeah, I get high, high, high Mr. Meth, I get high Yeah, yeah, yeah I get high, high, high With Styles P. I get high
I get high, high, high, high (Every day) I get high, high, high, high (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory, high on your memory) (All the time)
I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory) (Every day) I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory) (Every night) I get high, high, high, high (I get high on your memory) (All the time) I get high, high, high, high I am the Ghost Flow with me
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