Good Times
Ray J"Good Times" is a song by Ray J, released in 2009 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:08 long and contains 96 lines and 557 words.
Lyrics
0:02Killa House
0:08Brick City
0:08Style P
0:08When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
0:11It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
0:15Broken glass
0:16I'm swinging harder then cash is swung
0:17The only kid with a Velcro fabric thump
0:18Neva dropin' the blunt
0:192 for fine rollin'
0:2089 in the bricks is 15 and growin'
0:22Killa House fan you know what it mean
0:23It mean your sifa ain't f**kin' wit the lord of the ring
0:25Diggy I pack your pipe wit nothin' but bomb
0:28It roll on like the Power Stripe under your arm
0:31Oh Lord involge
0:32Massive indo I'm breakin' the dress code
0:34I ain't rockin' kinda gos
0:37I just came to get high with Styles
0:38Like my block D with wider vowels
0:41I'm talking about A E I O U my skills already have n***as 'prest
0:43F**k an interview
0:43I get high high high high
0:45Every day
0:45I get high high high high
0:46Every night
0:47I get HIGH on your memory HIGH on your memory
0:49All the time
0:52HIGH on your memory
0:53Every day
0:54I get high high high high
0:55Every night
0:56I get high high high high
0:57All the time
0:57I get high high high high
0:59*laughing*
0:59High ighhhhhhh
1:01I'ma blow it if it's sticky kid
1:04What up
1:05I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did
1:16My pens my sagare
1:17My bars be serious
1:19You can't f**k wit me dawg point blank period
1:21I get high and holusenate
1:22A pound cast 6 in New York
1:25But its half in Miami
1:27N***a move your wait
1:28My dimes be 1 point O's 20's be 2 point 2's
1:32Bring a snack and some fruit punch too
1:34The purple stuff
1:35I'm so high I can piss on a cloud
1:38And make a bird look up
1:41Smokin' haze in the Hummer wile the bird look up
1:45Gettin' high wit the hammer so the bird shook up
1:47I get high like Doc and Meth
1:49And Let the Monkeys Out
1:52So I can Bring the Pain wile I pop ya chest
1:55It's D block when the basters repin'
1:57D block
1:59All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection
2:07What
2:07Okay
2:08Who ya know smoke more Earth then Tical
2:10Hit up a w**d spot
2:12Then off to the D block to smoke it wit Styles
2:16I fight my way up out the D Tox
2:18Who smoke a slip
2:20But he don't need block
2:21And cumulus clouds
2:22Pull up your Rebox
2:23This kid is goin' mad rapper like D Doc
2:26I got trees but I'm tryin' to smoke a little he got
2:29If not these n***as then who
2:30Son tell me who
2:32Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre like Nelly do
2:35I get high like Mary J is all I need to get by
2:38Stay red eye
2:40No need to get fly
2:41I get rush
2:42RUSH
2:42When I'm rollin' 'em up
2:45The other day I saw sonz in the theater
2:48Kids was throwin' 'em up
2:52I get high high high
2:54Every day I get high
2:56Yeah I get high high high
2:59And every night I get high
3:02Yeah I get high high high
3:04Mr Meth I get high
3:06Yeah
3:07Yeah
3:09Yeah I get high high high
3:12With Styles P I get High ighhhhhhh
3:22I am the Ghost
3:50Flow with me
4:08*laughs*
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 f**kin' 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 n***as 'prest F**k 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 f**k wit me dawg point blank period I get high and holusenate A pound cast 6 in New York But its half in Miami N***a 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 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 w**d 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 don't 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 n***as 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*
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