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Blackstreet

Good Life

 

Good Life

(album: Blackstreet - 1994)


It's Friday night and I just got paid
I'm checking out the city laying in the shade
I'm going through that jam just to release some tension
I'm gonna work them chains, maybe we can swing

I was sitting at home waiting for the booty call
'Coz I can't be alone tonight, tonight's gotta be so right
Seems like today's my lucky day
I'm going with the flow, chilling on the low, this is the good life

Gimme that bomb, gimme that bomb, bomb
Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat
Gimme the good life, good
Yeah, check it out

Another day in the good life, rolling with my homies in the hood
We rolling down the avenue, punanis soufflé, looking good
We push up on the hoochie, they wanna get busy rolling posse deep
Baby, don't just sleep 'coz we got it going on

'Coz in the New Jack City, you gotta get paid in the shade
Shacking up, don't want a down low, you gotta go for what you know
So when you have no worries, you gotta move in a hurry
If you're slow, you blow, baby, don't you know this is the good life

Gimme that bomb, gimme that bomb, bomb
Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat
Gimme the good life
Check it out

Splish splash, I was taking a bath
On a Saturday night thinking about some ass
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
I wanna exercise and make her butt sweat like a spa

Oh, yeah, I'm bringing it like Tang
Direct with the flavor on that BLACKstreet thing
Lord, have mercy, Lord, look at this shorty
I don't need a 40 to get naughty

'Coz I used to kick this for fun
I used to break dance and after that girls got done
And it wasn't just about getting numbers
It was about who can hit the more punani before the summer

And you can ask BLACKstreet, Teddy, [?] or me
And we can tell you how the good life's supposed to be
So give it up because it didn?t come by luck
'Coz I could give a shit [?]

Gimme that bomb, gimme that bomb, bomb
Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat
Gimme the good life

Gimme that bomb, gimme that bomb, bomb
Gimme that bomb bomb, bomb, bomb
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb beat
Gimme the good life

done

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