Blaxone - Good Times lyrics

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Good times, these are the good times

Leave your cares behind, these are the good times, good times, good times

Underground so deep, I dig an inch and be in China, comin' like

a panther, oh yeah I'm comin' at ya! So why do you think of

comin' off weak kid, what you done did. Is got the brother

preparing for a body bid. So slip, slip, slip, socialize, to my

surprise, open eyes, check as I, grab the mike and do a freebee

for the crowd, put your hands up, and let me hear you out

loud, now some might remember me from back in the days,

with the f r a n c a, in the maze, amazing isn't it; can you get

with it, another hit, much respect to the original skit, to the tip

top, with a hip hop feel appeal to it, when I heard the mix I

said do it, so DJ bring the beat back..., uhi and let me show

you where my head is at.

Good times, these are the good times

Our new state of mind, these are the good times.

Funkier than an underarm, sweat packed with chitlin, the

mercenary A-K-S-W-I-F-T, the villian, comin' out through your

speaker with a vengeance ever since you heard me out haven't

been the same since. So let me tell you how I'm keepin' a doper

than dopest, lyrical level, laying the miracles, old school beat,

to have you chillin' like a pickle, round and round we go uh oh,

the return of the brother, from the southside of Chicago. So

throw your hands in the air, and smoke blunts like you just

don't care, and if you're ready to bounce with a 40 ounce let me

hear you say oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! and you

don't stop... to the tic toc.

Good times,

When I have a good time, you have a good time,

These are the good times

When I have a good time, you have a good time

Leave your cares behind,

Everybody have a good time!

We have a good time, you have a good time, everybody have a good time

Go head, go head, go head, go head, go head, and party

Good times,

These are the good times, good times

Leave your cares behind, heeeehiiiiyeeeaaaahhh

These are the good times

Go head, go head, go head, go head, go head, and party

Good times

It's the S.W.I.F.T. on the microphone, kickin' a freestyl in his M.F. club,

gettin' buck wild, as I guide myself to the area, after that

I go into hysteria, with love, damn! With the "i" to the "d"

"o" double "g" on the twin "t's" cuttin' wiht this M.C. comin' to

your speaker, with the man Bernd Waldstadt, in the back

kickin' facts, black, on the microphone, to make the three,

L-I-N-D-A "c" well, as we excel, ring like a bell if I'm not good,

then I have to go hell, or maybe even heaven, 247, M.E.R.C.Z.

come live in effect like a 2-11 so DJ, bring the beat back, ah,

and let me show you where my head is at.