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ray j – good times lyrics

[redman]
k!lla house
brick city
style p
when funk doc start takin’ the drag
it’s like who in the h-ll left this apr-n to lad
broken gl-ss
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’
k!lla house fan, you know what it mean
it mean your sifa ain’t f-ckin’ 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
m-ssive 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 sk!lls already have n-ggas ‘prest
f-ck 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 f-ck wit me dawg, point blank period
i get high and holusenate
a pound cast 6 in new york
but its half in miami
n-gga 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 p-ss 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 c-mulus 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-ggas 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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