Lyrics:
Good times are you J-O-B
When you're a girl in Miami
Dale, dale, sigue asi
That's what's up in Miami
Good times are you J-O-B
When you're a girl in Miami
up six
Friday's the Red Alert radio mix
Then comes the day that nobody plays that
Punishment wish in the crib
Time to go chase the dibs
On a Saturday
nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang us
(Say Jesus)
Jesus
(Nothing you cannot do)
Jesus
(By your mercy)
Moving around doing good
(Moving around doing good)
Moving around doing good
(Moving
Brrt (yeah)
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt (yeah), brrt
Brrt, brrt
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy, I'm good where you
floor
And if you're MIA well tough shit
Your good years gone in a heart beat
I can only get so low
Can only get so low
I can only get so low before I get
uh
I know they mad
And I heard they trying to rap uh
It made me laugh
All this shit you put out man it just makes me laugh
Stick to what you're good
side of me from inside of me, good lord
You like misogyny, can't fuck with thee, I'm gon stay by mine
I'm gon stay 'bout mine
I'm gon, i'm gon stay 'bout
Use your tears to drift away, don't miX with alcohol
You use pills and you are toXic enough, your body don't need more
You're avoiding, running,
to the 'tel we go
Don't need a bed 'cause I'm good on the floor
When a chocolate masterpiece walks by,
I want to ride!
Can I ride, baby?
I want to ride!
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
were
You're my heart; you're my-
Tell me what to say
These scars got stories that I can't explain
In a Honda Civic disappearing, going MIA
Treated you
cruel world like a thick winter coat
It don't matter if you're lookin' like a thug,
a real Christian gon' show you God's love
Cause we done been in some
Aye pass that over here
Who that new nigga over there
You know that boi
What dat boi go by
I think his name was
Ghost in The Mix yeah
Yeah, that's
Henny
Lovin' be good 'n' plenty when she sippin' on Remy
Not many like me, I like when you do, what you do
To excite me, it's all about you, then it's
The road to my soul wasn't paved with gold
It was paved with hot 97 mix tapes and HOV
Curry and roti on mommy's stove
Black ballerinas in Harlem
said "How does it feel" I said "Good"
She said "You know this ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said "I know this ain't the weather
goddamn!
Lost soul with a wrong crowd, bad mix with a bad bitch
Distracted by all of the good, settle for the hood
We gon' see how fucking far these dub sack
you're strong enough
To do anything you wanna do
And become anyone, that you
Wanna be
Mia Nicole
I was born to love you
And daddy will always be with
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
'jackin'
And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're
want to rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo
Goin' off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at your ass
So give it up
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
I'm focused
I'm tryna see it on screen like it's Sony
Shorty I know that you wit it
I can tell by the shit that you shown me
But we don't mix business n
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