Ghostface Killah Good Times Lyrics

Good Times Lyrics

[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