Good Times (Remix)

[Redman] Killa 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 glass bong I'm swinging harder than Cassius 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 fuckin' 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 Massive 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 skills already have niggas pressed, 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'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 fuck wit me dawg, point blank period I get high and hallucinate A pound cost 6 in New York But its half in Miami, nigga 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 bastards 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 niggas 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*)