Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Times & Bad Times, artist - Dominator
Date of issue: 16.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Good Times & Bad Times |
Oooh |
Oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh |
Smoke it up baby (Smoke it, baby) |
Smoke it with me |
Tobacco leaves, orale, why don’t you pass me the twenty so I can busy |
And roll on |
Roll on |
Gotta gets my stroll on |
Stroll on |
Do you wanna get a natural buzz, the kind that 'bout to make you feel love, love |
Feeling low-key, digging down the bud, what |
Dominator got so many ways to get a blaze than any other, better than The Boat |
Love, chump |
Me feeling outrageously high, took a rip of the bong, before long |
Paranoid, me mind may play tricks on a motherfucker |
But don’t trip too much |
Backing up everything when I say, «I better cleanse my mind» |
My homie Double Deezy Diesel does it all the time |
And even |
My other homie Krazy Boy |
Blazing a pipa like a kid with the toy that’ll morta |
Through good times |
And bad times |
We keep it iry all the time (All the time, baby) |
Through good times |
And bad times |
We keep it iry on my mind (On my mind, on my mind) |
Gotta keep my mind locked tight, gotta roll on |
Roll on, smoke on with my motherfuckin' |
Homie Double D, and you better believe, we smoke weed, all the time on the |
motherfuckin' scene |
Gotta have it in the morning, gotta have it in the night |
Gotta have it every day, gotta have it every way |
Smoking weed, how I stay, hit the motherfucker pipe |
Cause the jane, how I pray, feeling alright, okay |
Time to get that chronic up and get another sack |
Bounce back to the pad, then we roll it up |
Fat, oh yeah, I know you like that |
Bomb shit, that be green, smoking up |
Light grafe', gasoline to the side, how we ride |
Do it true with playa ties |
Do it true with playa ties |
Do it true with playa ties |
Let’s get |
High, me and you |
Blazed out in the couch, watching the town roll by |
Everybody been wanting a puff out of my canibus |
But I’m a stingy motherfucker, been fiendin' from my grafene |
(???) acceptable |
Joined down to the roach, collectable |
At the end of the year |
I’m a have about a thousand three hundred fucking mountain of roaches |
Hocus pocus |
When I tote this |
Everybody better be knowing, I leave 'em hopeless |
Focus my motherfucking mind, fuck paranoid |
I wanna get high |
So high, fuck time, fuck lye |
Blow dye, all night, stay fly |
And lie |
That’s why |
True ties all the time, stay high |
We high, no lie |
Match boats |
I got the next light |
Tonight |
Everybody be wondering where the bomb went |
Dominator and Krazy, we had the jacket |
Pack it, we |
True, players, smoking weed, everyday, all day, all night, I blaze |
Get fucked up out of my mind, gettin' fucked up wasting time, you say, |
but I stay |
High |