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    "Good Times" Lyrics

    Styles P

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    Get High, I Get High
    I Get High, I Get High
    I Get High, I Get High
    I Get High on your memories
    High on your memories
    High on your memories

    I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
    I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
    I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
    Highhhh (In background thoughout song)

    [Verse One- Styles]
    Everyday I need an ounce and a half
    S.P.: the only flow'er that you know with a bounce in a half
    Listen kid, I need a mountain of cash
    So I could roll up, hop in the whip and like, bounce to the ave
    I get, high cuz I'm in the hood, the guns in around
    It take a blunt just to ease the pain that humble me now
    And I'd rather roll somethin up
    Cuz if I'm sober dogg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold somethin up
    I get high as a kite
    I'm in the zone all alone, muthafucka 'case I'm dyin tonight
    So I roll em up back to back, fat as I could
    You got beef with Styles P, I come to slide to the hood

    [Chorus]
    I Get High, high, high, high (Everyday)
    I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
    I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
    High, high, high, high (Everyday)
    I Get High, high, high, high (Everynight)
    I Get High, high, high, high (All the time)
    I Get High, high, high, high
    Highhhh

    [Verse Two- Styles]
    Ayo, I smoke like a chim-in-ney
    Matta fact I, smoke like a gun
    When a killa see his enemy
    I smoke like Bob Marley did
    Add to that, that I smoke like the Hippies did back in the 70's
    Spit with the finishing touch
    Get this, that I'ma finish you before I finish the dutch
    I get high like the birds and the planes
    I get high when, bullets hit faces after words exchanged
    I get a rush off the blunt and the walls, you understand
    Like the M-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
    I get high cuz fuck it, what's better to do
    And I'ma neva give a fuck cuz I'm better than you

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three- Styles]
    I'ma smoke til my lungs collapse
    I'm from a era where
    Niggas cause terror over guns and crack
    Where a dolla bill is powerful
    I smoke weed cuz time seem precious, and I know what a hour do
    High for a livin, gots ta ride for a livin
    Wit my real gangsta niggas that'll die for a livin
    Shit I get as high as I could
    Cuz if you see things like I see things
    Cuz I'ma die in the hood
    Muthafucka understand its full service to you
    I don't smoke the weed if it aint purple or blue
    And you could name any rapper, if you want he could die
    This is S.P. dump it in, you bitch I get high

    [Chorus Til Fade]
    This song was submitted on April 12th, 2005 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Qaadir Atkinson, Laron James.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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