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starker - good times lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

[verse 1: starker]
ya homie see me sellin’ soda on a sat-rday mornin’
straight out the sandwich bag that good pedico
couple custies callin’ the ambulance
the hood that he know flood the city puerto rico
my connects asking for all these quarters back dan marino
i burn ’em you know my steelo my guru spit over premo
excuse me you smokin’ looses we honey bourbon these cookies
i’m out in these streets like cookies straight yappin’ all of the rookies you cappin’ who took me out my comfortable zone
i keep a chrome like hispanic keep a cross in they home
ya microphone obsolete upon the beat
uh-huh-huh-huh-huh
you drop two projects maybe three but for what-what-what
(i spent 800 on my feet my n-gga)
call me the crack fishaman a bag that b-tch light off some whistlin’
(my jesus christ you glistenin’)
diamonds water holy like christenings why i oughta
road collision crash ya whole session handle my business friend
nah i don’t think you listenin’ on roll ya ex expensive wrist n’ sh-t
the lex was crisp and sh-t but 3 series be my tradition kid
i be stallin’ on homie i bust a jump like vince carter had
show me i remember when my momma had told me
n-gga i’ll beat you ’til the neighbors or somebody call the cops on me
i booked a quap and sold my 30s for 40 yeah
i stole that sh-t but yo the workers ain’t saw me
i used to do that yeah but yo this sh-t corny
oh you a rapper wow ok ya sh-t bore me end of the story my n-gga

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