Good Times Remix lyrics

[Redman]
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin` the drag
It`s like who in the hell left this apron to lad
Broken glass
I`m swinging harder then cash is swung
The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump
Neva! dropin` the blunt
2 for fine rollin`
89 in the bricks is 15 and growin`
Killa House fan, you know what it mean
It mean your sifa ain`t fuckin` wit the lord of the ring
Diggy! I pack your pipe wit nothin` but bomb
It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm
Oh Lord, involge
Massive indo, I`m breakin` the dress code
I ain`t rockin` kinda-gos
I just came to get high with Styles
Like my, block D with wider vowels
I`m talking about A, E, I, O, U, my skills already have niggas `prest
Fuck an interview

[HOOK]
`I get high - high - high - high` (Every day)
`I get high - high - high - high` (Every night)
`I get HIGH on your memory, HIGH on your memory` (All the time)
`HIGH on your memory...` (Every day)
`I get high - high - high - high` (Every night)
`I get high - high - high - high` (All the time)
`I get high - high - high - high` (*laughing*)
`High-ighhhhhhh...`

[Styles]
I`ma blow it if it`s sticky kid (what up!)
I smoke manage jars full a green like Biggy did
My pens my sagare
my bars be serious
You can`t fuck wit me dawg, point blank period
I get high and holusenate
A pound cast 6 in New York
But its half in Miami
Nigga move your wait
My dimes be 1 point O`s, 20`s be 2 point 2`s
Bring a snack and some fruit punch too
And you know I [*inhaling smoke*] the purple stuff
I`m so high I can piss on a cloud
And make a bird look up
Smokinc1
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