Good Times

They claim they know me Naw they dont they phony Only type of cheese they get is with some pepperoni Find me on the street smoking swishers with my homies Yeah we reppin Orleans, lumberjacks we deal wit trees Im on the top while you underneath, you down below, you like the knees I got the steez going to the cranium, hard like titanium Fuck yeah im Canadian, whats it to you, we some aliens? Naw, whats my alius? You should probably know if you chillin in my radius You tryna get a rate of us, you just gonna hate us, my clique here forever Can't even turn the page on usssss, homie lets just gon discuss Its a must that I eat the beat like crust of the pizza that im eating The way these pussies act to me I could swear that they bleeding And I get straight to the point, period You think im joking, im serious, you fearing this This shit is GOOD music Never thought that word would associate with HOOD music But here to take it over, spell it out Its B-R-I-S-A-R-D, they say without me it ain't a party Good times kickin, pussies chicken finger licken And im sickened, out to kill these nimwits Just havin fun smokin' big blunts, you smokin' midgits My mind is twisted, im 17 but im still a kid with Tons of confidence to rock with this No Kanye or Hova but all my fellas rock with this You talkin big but can you really floss like this Fill up that red cup, dont worry we got lots of this Its Bombay of course, let life just takes it course Gonna puke my guts out then gonna have some more Me and all my boys getting charged like an alkaline Homies by my side cause we havin good times