"Let The Good Times Roll (Nickel Bag)"
Life is a jungle, I'm a hunter who's lossin'
I'm not livin' a life that I'm choosin'
But I wake up everyday livin' large
'Cause I don't play
Games with people or names
And all the suckers they fear no shame
I'm told... everybody here is bold
We let the good times roll
People smokin' up to lies like a nickel bag
Like money or cash they never had
Knowin' nothing about livin' in a fantasy
Spendin' all there time survivin' in reality
Streets, schools for the residents
Home for drugs and the people that are sellin' it
Kickin' back playin' the walls
And let the good times roll
Rollin down the streets you might get jacked
By another brother... why is that?
Critics always puttin' the blame on the gangs of society
It shouldn't take the blame
Of the violence and the drugs and the killings
People in the government don't know how we're livin'
I'm still, 'cause I got soul...
I'll let the good times roll
Chillin' in the park shootin' hoop with the homeboys
It was a 3-point turn-around I hear much noise
Cop rolled in
"Up against the wall"
Turn around so I can get a picture of y'all"
I ain't in no gang, and never intended to be
So why in the hell you want to go and get rough with me?
Take a picture for your black pack
I'm photogenic, but I ain't with that
Why you want to go and mess with us anyways?
'Cause I'm a nigger in the park with a group on a Sunday?
No way... all it is is a game that you play
Tryin' to keep a brother like me down
Even though I don't mess around
'Cause I'm told... I'll let the good times roll