Good Times
W.D. Wind
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Chello Casanova of the ghetto I keep the Lala with me Like i'm Carmelo I'm bout to snap that's velcro Niggas out chea sleeping on me Like i'm selling jello Macaroni to the elbows Nachos to the cheese in my billfold Treat the birds like scarecrows When they raid I ain't no where near a roach I say I got to do this for my folks Trying to keep my hands clean Now I'm running outta soap He married to his money But honey we can elope I'm handsome as a fantasy Panties just hit the flo' I do this for my family Children I do not know Understand I ain’t the man To cum in a girl broke I say Dynamite that's the way she blows The phone rings and I say chello Casanova of the ghetto I keep the Lala with me Like I'm Carmelo I'm bout to snap that's velcro Niggas out chere sleeping on me Like I'm selling jello Macaroni to the elbows Nachos to the cheese in my billfold I treat the birds like scarecrows When they raid I ain't no where near a roach I say I got to do this for niggas Who never giving up pimping These days I see my pops In every Cadillac emblem Your legend is living He say you gotta wear something Give em something to remember I take bitches out of kennels Give em gourmet dinners Cause where I'm from Even the saints are sinners Don't know who you think I am But naw I ain't that nigga Don't want me on this mic triggered Like I ain't that killa You drawing iron Like I cain't paint that picture Baby I don't mind the pick me part It's take me with you She got her hands in my pants Fondling my zipper I got her smoking gas Now she full of that liquor Out in Beverly Hills Like I'm Jethro Tull I know the laws Like a nigga name Axel Foley I'm in the hood like I'm Van Gogh The phone rings I say chello Casanova of the ghetto I keep the Lala with me Like i'm Carmelo I'm bout to snap that's velcro Niggas out chea sleeping on me Like I'm selling jello Macaroni to the elbows Nachos to the cheese in my billfold I treat the birds like scarecrows When they raid I ain't no where near a roach I say I say yeah yeah I'm Casanova of the ghetto Macaroni to the elbows I keep the Lala like I'm Melo Niggas out chea sleeping on me Like I'm selling jello Yeah I got my shot like Melo Ball Hold on hold on She got her shot that's alcohol Hold on hold on I got to take this call You see I built my own shit Stead of copping out the mall Be like you can have her back That's when he catch me with his broad Never seen a bitch in heat Who was loyal to one dog I just told her I was flawed She got down on faux pas Told me eat the kitty She rolled over Put the bone in her jaws Naw It would kill me mane to take that lost Especially when I had to pay the cost The Boss I'm like an alien and taking off Sweet baby Rays how I'm selling sauce I ride for Thelma like I'm Louise Renasci bucket denim blue jeans Still watching good times dead broke When that phone rings I say Chello Chello Casanova of the ghetto I keep the Lala with me Like I'm Carmelo I'm bout to snap that's velcro Niggas out chere sleeping on me Like I'm selling jello Macaroni to the elbows Nachos to the cheese in my billfold Like scarecrows When they raid I ain't no where near a roach I say
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