Good Times

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Allah himself Man, woman, child The Book of Life Starks Enterprise! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, check out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures Peace to 10,000 seaters and all y'all pretty ass Libras My Tommy dick'll blow y'all to pieces I love fuckin' with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? One, two, my mic on? Preach on, brother, that's that bullshit, right on Crackhead, stop it, dope pusher, stop it The father sent me a message and I came to drop it The profit is to love each other Michael Jordan, Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah They got our Mother, go get Africa! [Verse 2: Lord Superb] Hominy grits, welfare cheese Roach clips, WIC check day the first and the fifth What, Ghost? [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah & (Lord Superb)] Fuck y'all niggas and fuck y'all bitches and Fuck the pictures y'all takin, fuck the whip you in Starsky bring home the dough now the show is over (It's over) It's over? (It's over) It's over? [Verse 4: Lord Superb] Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance Tahoes, fly clothes and Ferragamos Five plus five O's, one plus nine O's Save our self, reach our goals [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] What if the Bible wasn't good and good was bad, as bad as it should It matters, feed 'em proper food the wonders that Allah will do Maybe he'll discover you, look I'm like a couple jewels Ticketron was sold out plus the Garden loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini, hit Beenie on the cell, see me? You need me, you read me, Casanova, get that weed to me The champ be the vigilante, ask me what the circumstance be In me like Marcus Camby, hear me, I fuck with family Dons, chew on this, the hit list got All of your names, so y'all lames is hist' I kissed the bangin-est bitch (all night) that's famous for her tits Not that tall doofy chick in your hood called Sticks Come on! [Verse 6: Lord Superb] Bentleys with sharp shoes Similac, Huggies, big Shazam jewels [Verse 7: Raekwon] Infrared shootin' at niggas, we back, execution, niggas Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy, super wizzes Look like Luther bitches, still catches ill inventions Strength, real niggas rollin' blizzies, fearless ninjas So illa, four-wheeler, promotin' like Benz dealer Instiller, get real for hugs, let's chill feel I'm ill with color Yo bakin', straight cake, lay it on my favorite aces Fuck all your understatements Battle us? Battle gauges [Verse 8: Lord Superb] A big mansion, real product of the shrimp scampi Sail boat, big yacht, and beige Hummer Summer home, big stones and cologne Remember heroes? I guess them corner days is gone Mommy got a house, Daddy got a house Granny got a house, we moved out That's right, we moved out Now that's what I'm talkin about [Verse 9: Ghostface Killah] Smackin' all y'all stars and chumps Gettin' cash in the larger sums Shootin' dice in the church with nuns We come with the biggest guns