Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Times, artist - Twinz. Album song Conversation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Good Times |
Now my day begins late, had to get some sleep |
Ridin passenger in a Suburban peep |
We had a ball last night, me and the crew |
I’m sayin thanks to you, my homeys sayin thanks to you too |
But that was yesterday, today is up for grabs |
Stomach hurtin like it took a gang of jabs |
I need the scoop, thats what I’m sayin laid back in my room |
Wait a minute let me call my ace coon boone |
I know he know where it is where it was and where it’s goin be |
There’s no answer so I guess the alley got dressed |
Time to do some sellin myself |
I bust a right make a u then I make that left |
Straight subbin on my neighborhood (shit boobin) |
Stuff bangin like a concert |
Girls on the stroll tryin to flirt |
Swoop across the light black and white lookin hard |
Maybe someone else but I neva pull my card |
I’m in the wind |
Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent |
Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it |
Who woulda thought when we was young this would be |
The same old click that ran around in elementary |
Was it the chemistry from moms and pops |
Who went to school with they moms and pops, so it dont stop |
It was an everyday event, we spent |
More time playin get like me, instead of hide and seek |
And after school we play two on two |
Philly versus the Lakers until the bus came through |
Do, you, recall goin to the games |
Straight actin the fool and when its over at the food chains |
In the parking lot is where it all pop |
We hangin around to watch the ladies and the brothas clown |
Pick up some food, conversate a bit |
Till its time for us to make our move, then dip (then dip) |
I enjoyed, every minute of it then |
I guess thats why we in the wind |
Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent |
Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it |
7:45 its time to make that hit |
I’m in the back of tha apartments where my homeys kickin it |
Thinkin bout my homeys thats gone and the ones locked up |
Slappin bones gettin faded and toe up |
Makin a gang of noise |
Domino gimme what you got in yo hand |
Ya didn’t stand a chance |
Count my money, gimme 25 |
By spots and hit the door, I hear somebody knock |
Damn how time flies when you havin fun |
All the things we did when we were young |
Still stayed deeper than the mind |
As time is passed |
I had more thoughts of good than the bad as I laughed |
Cuz me and my homeys still hang ain’t nothin changed |
But the years and months, bringin in some bucks |
And this is why we stay true to the end |
Now me and my homeys are in the wind |
(Chorus) x4 (fades) |
Things have changed but it still don’t mean you forget all the time you spent |
Runnin around, havin fun, no one could ever take the place of it |