Good Times: accordi di
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah

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Tonalità: Bb major
Verse 1
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[Intro: Ghostface Kil
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Allah himself
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Man, wo man, child
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The book of life
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Starks Enterprise!
Verse 2
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[Ghostface Killah]
Take out the rap kingpin,
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the black Jesus
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I know a few niggas sniff coke
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and caught seizures
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Peace to ten thousand seaters
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And all y'all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow y'all
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ass to pieces
I love fuckin with y'all I got the
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George Jeff walk
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Look how I dance, favorful robes,
bows and all sorts
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Hold on, who turned the
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lights on?
Word to my microphone and preach on
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Brother, that's that bullshit in
my right arm
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Crackhead stop it,
dope pusher stop it
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The father sent me a message
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and I came to drop it
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The prophet is to love each other
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Michael Jordan Jackson, Cosby
money,
Oprah
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They got our love by go
get Africa
Verse 3
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[Lord Superb]
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Harmony, grits, welfare cheese
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Whips, cheque data first in the fifth
Verse 4
What Ghost?
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[Ghostface Killah (Lord Superb)]
Fuck y'all niggas an' fuck
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y'all bitches an '
Fuck the pictures y'all takin,
fuck the whip you in
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Starsky bring home the dough
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now the show is over
(It's over) It's
over? (It's over) It's over?
Verse 5
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[Lord Superb]
Timberland, crack snorkels, jewels,
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cash in surance
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Tai hold, fly clothes and El Deramo
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5 plus 5 O's, one plus 9 O's
Save our self,
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reach our goals
Verse 6
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[Ghostface Killah] What if the BIBLE
wasn't good?
And good was bad, as bad as it should
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It matters, feed em power food
The wonders that Allah will do
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Maybe he'll discover you
Look 'em like a couple of jewels
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Ticket traum' was old,
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that plus the God ain't loved the way I move
People see me, G. Deini
He beeny on the cell, seen me?
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You need me, you read me
Captain over, get that weed to me
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The champion, the vigilante
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Ask me what the surface could be
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In me like Marcus Camby
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Hear me, I fuck with family
Dons, chew on this, the hit list got
All of your names, so
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y'all lames is hist'
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I kissed the bangin- est bitch
(all night) that's famous for her tits
Not that tall doofy chick in
your hood called Snitch
Come on!
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[Lord Superb] Bentleys
Verse 7
for sharp shoes
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Similac, Huggies, big
Shizam jewels
Verse 8
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[Raekwon]
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Infrared shootin at niggas
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We back execution niggas
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Markin it mummy, he money,
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he fly bummy
Super wizzers, look like Luther bitches
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Still catches ill inventions
Strength, real niggas holdin blitz
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as real as ninjas
So illable, wheel of promotin like
Benz dealer
Instiller, get real for hugs,
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lets chill feel I'm ill with colour
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Yo bacon, straight cake,
layin on my paper aces
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Fuck all your under statements
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Battle us? Battle gauges
Verse 9
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[Lord Superb] A big
mansion,
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real product of the strip scampy
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Cell boat, big yacht,
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and beige Hummer
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Summer home, big stones and cologne
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Remember heroes? I guess
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them corner days is gone
Mommy got a house,
Daddy got a house
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Granny got a house, we moved out
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That's right, we moved out
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Now that's what I'm talkin about
Interlude 1
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Verse 10
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[Ghostface Killah] Smackin all
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y'all stars
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and
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chumps
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Gettin cash in
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the
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larger sums
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Shootin dice in the church
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with nuns
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We come with
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the biggest guns

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