Redman - Good Times (Remix) lyrics

[Redman] k**a House Brick City Style P When Funk Doc start takin' the drag It's like who in the hell let this ape in the lab Breaking the gla** bong I'm swinging harder than Ca**ius swung The only kid with a Velcro, fabric thump Neva! dropin' the blunt 2 for fire rollin' 89 in the bricks is 15 and growin' Gilla House fam, you know what it mean It mean your cipher ain't f**in' with the lord of the ring Dig it! I pack your pipe with nothin' but bomb It roll on, like the Power Stripe under your arm Hold On, En Vogue Ma**ive endo, I'm breakin' your dress code I ain't rockin' kinda-gos I just came to get high with Styles And lock my, block like D with wider vowels I'm talking about A, E, I, O, U My sk**s already have n***as pressed, f** 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'mma blow it if it's sticky kid (what up!) I smoke mayonnaise jars full of green like Biggie did My pens my cigar, my bars be serious You can't f** wit me dawg, point blank period I get high and hallucinate A pound cost 6 in New York But its half in Miami, n***a move your weight 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 that I can piss on a cloud And make a bird look up Smokin' haze in the Hummer while the bird look up Gettin' high wit the hammer so the bird shook up I get high like Doc and Meth And "Let the Monkeys Out" So I can "Bring the Pain" while I pop ya chest It's D-Block when the ba*tards repin' (D-Block) All I need is a lighter and some haze with a master collection What [HOOK] [Method Man] Okay Who y'all know smoke more herb than Tical Hit up a weed spot Then off to the D-Block to smoke it with Styles I fight my way up out the detox Who smoke a slip But he don't need block, just buds and cumulus clouds Pull up your Rebox This kid has gone Madd, Rapper like D-Dot I got trees, but I'm tryin' to smoke what little he got If not these n***as then who (Son tell me who) Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do I get high, like Mary J. is all that I need to gets by Stay red eye, no need to get fly I get a rush (RUSH) when I'm rollin' 'em up The other day I saw signs in the theater Kids was throwin' 'em up I get high, high, high Every day I get high Yeah I get high, high, high And every night I get high Yeah I get high, high, high Mr. Meth I get high Yeah (Yeah) yeah I get high, high, high With Styles P. I get High-ighhhhhhh [HOOK] [Styles] I am the Ghost Flow with me (*laughs*)