Lyrics Good - Ghostface Killah, Trife Da God, Mr. Maygreen

Good

Hey yo, my rose was good, plus my face was good
The way I wear my jeans up over my boots is hood
And my cash is good, the grass, spread it out, over the hash is good
The grasp who be hypecast is good
That’s the bird that fucked the game up
Cut the head off lames and platinum niggas, your boy done came up
Got my aim up, favorite bling with a millennium chains
Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes
You was in love with the pussy, it ain’t the same though
Cause I’m good, she’s good, so you should be good
Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood
And we don’t love those hoes, with they flat butts caked up
And tipped up toes, need an ill plastic surgeon to fix they nose
Cause they shit is too fat like an Adidas sole
Don’t even touch my gold, I’m good
I know you heard it a thousand times
Not quite like my design
You say that’s what you looking for
Gator boots walk through the door, now
(Good) Theodore’s good, (good), my team is good
(Good) My robes is good, (I'm so good)
(Good) My moms is good, (good), my style is good
(Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good)
(Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good
(Good) Wifes is good
(Good) The hood is good, (good), God is good
(Good) Everything is good, come on, let’s go
Goose over ice cubes, pass the O. J
Two light skinned wizzes, want Ghost, on both ways
Come here, sit on my lap, it’s not a gat, sugar
Have a seat, don’t be afraid to move back
Feel that?
You’se a nasty girl
Big butt, slim gut, I’ll crash your world
It’s not polite to bend over in Starkey face
Sheer lace, fat ass, got want me to taste that
Lodi dodi, with a coke shaped body
And my jewels hang low like my balls in the potty
And I dare ya’ll to try to rob me
Theodore U, we got the army
A-Town to Mariner’s Harby
Wild West, Now Born, go hard, G
Killa Hill, Stapletown, Port Rich' kids
Pack heat, like I was pulling out biscuits
When we on the block bubbling rocks, watching for cops
Holding Glocks in and out of the spots, (it's all good)
When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V’s
Blowin' exotic trees, player, (it's all good)
When I’m in the whip, sunk in the six, drunk off the liqs
Pull up, stunting, fronting for chicks, (it's all good)
When we on stage getting them Grammy’s, snatching them panties
Jet skiing off the shores of Miami, (it's all good)
Yeah, told y’all before, another Theodore Production
This is how we go in the 06 to 07, come on, come on