Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Times, artist - Styles. Album song A Gangster And A Gentleman, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
Good Times |
| I get high on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) |
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) |
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) |
| Everyday I need an ounce and a half |
| S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half |
| Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash |
| So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave |
| I get high cause I’m in the hood, the guns is around |
| And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now |
| And I’d rather roll something up |
| Cause if I’m sober dog, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up |
| I get high as a kite, I’m in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I’m dyin |
| tonight |
| So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could |
| You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) |
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) |
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) |
| Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey |
| Matter fact I — smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy |
| I smoke like Bob Marley did |
| After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies |
| Spit with the finishing touch, get this that |
| Ima finish you before I finish the dutch |
| I get high like the birds and the planes |
| I get high when — bullets hit faces after words exchange |
| I get a rush off the blood on the walls |
| You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor |
| I get high cause fuck it, what’s better to do |
| And Ima never give a fuck, cause I’m better than you |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high, (I get high) |
| I get high on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| High on your memory |
| I get high, high, high, high (everyday) |
| I get high, high, high, high (every night) |
| I get high, high, high, high (all the time) |
| Im’a smoke 'till my lungs collapse |
| I’m from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack |
| Where the dollar bill is powerful |
| I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do |
| I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin |
| With my bill Gates the niggas that’ll die for a livin |
| Shit I get as high as I could |
| Cause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood |
| Motha fucka understand its full service for you |
| I don’t smoke the weed if it ain’t purple or blue |
| And you can name any rapper, if you want it die |
| This is s-p dumpin and bitch I get high |
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday) |
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight) |
| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time) |
| High, high, high, high (Everyday) |
| I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight) |
| I Get High, high, high, high (All the time) |
| I Get High, high, high, high |
| Highhhh |