Good Times (Remix) — текст песни (Styles f Method Man, Redman)

[Redman]
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

[HOOK]
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...


[Styles]
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 [*inhaling smoke*] 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

[HOOK]

[Method Man]
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

[HOOK]

[Styles]
I am the Ghost
Flow with me
(*laughs*)



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