[Intro]
You know me, yea u niggas know me
Been searching for good times man, can't seem to find none.
Must be lost,
We'll get em back though.
[Chorus x2]
I look around, like where the good times at?
I'm just tryin to bring the good times back.
[verse 1]
DO you remember? Them good ol' things, Tag, skully, them good ol'games.
Yea, those were the good ol' days, every hustler had good cocaine.
Remba new now? That good ol' grease, for them good ol' waves, remba that good ol' fade?
Remba that good ol' brush, that you kept in your back pocket, after that good ol' cut.
Remba them good ol' block parties and cookouts, everybody on the block partyin and cookout. Nobody get shot during the cookout. Mayb a fight niggas box
during the cookout. Niggas laugh, shout, during the cookout. Damn! How you get knocked out during the cookout? Remba ya good ol fam, that one dude you
could count on ya good ol man? (my nigga) Remba that good ol jam? That drove u crazy, make u jus wanna hold cha lady (come here baby) Remba goin to that
good ol flick, witcha good ol chick, and it didnt make u a trick? Remba waitin for them good ol holidays? Broke or not they was good ol holidays.
As long as u had ur good on aunti, ur good ol nanny, your good ol family. Yep!