GHOSTFACE KILLAH LYRICS - Good Times

"Good Times"

(feat. Lord Superb, Raekwon)



[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Allah himself

Man, woman, child

The book of life

Starks Enterprise!



[Ghostface Killah]

Take out the rap kingpin, the black Jesus

I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures

Peace to ten thousand seaters

And all y'all pretty ass Libras

My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass 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?

Word to my microphone and preach on

Brother, that's that bullshit in my right arm

Crackhead stop it, dope pusher stop it

The father sent me a message and I came to drop it

The prophet is to love each other

Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah

They got our love by go get Africa



[Lord Superb]

Harmony, grits, welfare cheese

Whips, cheque data first in the fifth

What Ghost?



[Ghostface Killah (Lord Superb)]

Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck y'all bitches an'

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?



[Lord Superb]

Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels, cash insurance

Tai hold, fly clothes and El Deramo

5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's

Save our self, reach our goals



[Ghostface Killah]

What if the BIBLE wasn't good?

And good was bad, as bad as it should

It matters, feed em power food

The wonders that Allah will do

Maybe he'll discover you

Look 'em like a couple of jewels

Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move

People see me, G. Deini

He beeny on the cell, seen me?

You need me, you read me

Captain over, get that weed to me

The champion, the vigilante

Ask me what the surface could 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 Snitch

Come on!



[Lord Superb]

Bentleys for sharp shoes

Similac, Huggies, big Shizam jewels



[Raekwon]

Infrared shootin at niggas

We back execution niggas

Markin it mummy, he money, he fly bummy

Super wizzers, look like Luther bitches

Still catches ill inventions

Strength, real niggas holdin blitz as real as ninjas

So illable, wheel of promotin like Benz dealer

Instiller, get real for hugs, lets chill feel I'm ill with colour

Yo bacon, straight cake, layin on my paper aces

Fuck all your under statements

Battle us? Battle gauges



[Lord Superb]

A big mansion, real product of the strip scampy

Cell 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



[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