Let the Good Times Roll (Nickel Bag)

Life is a jungle, I'm a hunter who's lossin I'm not livin a life that I'm choosin But I wake up everyday livin large Cause I don't play Games with people or names And all the suckas they fear no shame I'm told ... everybody here is bold We let the good times roll [Chorus: Let the good times roll (x3)] People smokin up to lies like a nickel bag Like money or cash they never had Knowin nothing about livin in a fantasy Spendin all there time survivin in reality Streets, schools for the residents Home for drugs and the people that are sellin it Kickin back playin' the walls Crusin set And let the good times roll [Chorus] Rollin down the streets you might get jacked By another brother ... why is that? Critics always puttin the blame on the gangs of society It shouldn't take the blame Of the violence and the drugs and the killings People in the government don't know how we're livin I'm still, cause I got soul... I'll let the good times roll [Chorus] Chillin' in the park shootin hoop with the homeboys It was a 3-point turn-around I hear much noise Cop rolled in [Cop: "Up against the wall"] [Cop: Turn around so I can get a picture of ya'll"] I ain't in no gang, and never intended to be So why in the hell you wanna go and get rough with me? Take a picture for your black pack I'm photogenic, but I ain't with that Why you wanna go and mess with us anyways? Cause I'm a nigga in the park with a group on a Sunday? No way ... all it is is a game that you play Tryin to keep a brother like me down Even though I don't mess around Cause I'm told ... I'll let the good times roll [Chorus: Let the good times roll (x6)]