Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Times, artist - Ray J. Album song For The Love Of Ray J Soundtrack, in the genre СаундтрекиDate of issue: 16.03.2009
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Good Times |
| 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 |
| I’m swinging 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 on your memory, HIGH on your memory» (All the time) |
| «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» (*laughing*) |
| «High-ighhhhhhh…» |
| I’ma blow it if it’s sticky kid (what up!) |
| I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did |
| My pens my sagare |
| 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 its 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 |
| 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 dont need block (?) 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 (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-ighhhhhhh |
| I am the Ghost |
| Flow with me |
| (*laughs*) |