Kool Moe Dee - Good Time Lyrics
(I say yes-yes-y'all) --> Biz Markie(It's alright) --> Curtis Mayfield(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)(I say yes-yes-y'allTo the beat, all)(Going way, way back to the early days) --> Daddy-O(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)[ VERSE 1 ]I said 'yesyes-y'all,' got em off the wallTeachers tried to teach em, but I got em in the hallLearnin funky lessons, testin, yes, I am the manSuckers try to second-guess and question if I canFlowin knowledge, wisdom, power, don't you understand?I educate and radiate and motivate famShowin younger brothers what it is to be a manBy tearin up the party when the mic is in my handThis is what you call a winter/spring/summer jamFall into the mood as the funky music slamsI know you got the rhythm, cause it runs in the famI gotta speak my piece, cause this ain't _Silence Of the Lambs_I'm here to terrorize, energize, exercise, mesmerizeIf some brothers say they beat me, them are liesWhoever stepped to me and tried to do me got it fastHomeboy was ancient history, a blast from the pastThis is just a blast from the past[ VERSE 2 ]I said 'rock-rnock, y'all' and knocked-knocked allThe suckers out the box, as I dropped back-callsFor response they responded, the response was overwhelmin>From brothers with cool tones, but rookies were yellinThey're sellin records by the millions, I was sellin tapesGivin parties in the park, and we never made papesRhymin from dawn till dust till dawn6 a.m. and we was just gettin warmHeatin up and beatin up on some dead wrongBrother on the mic who thought he had it goin onTalk on the mic with no poetical styleHe was doggin it like he's a pathetical childTo grab a microphone a brother had to have juiceIf he couldn't produce, we said he couldn't get looseToday we would say the brother just couldn't flowAnd he would be like history, homeboy would have to go[ VERSE 3 ]I said peep-peep, y'all, a total recallDrop the funky lyrics on ya like free-fallWatch the 'Funky Drummer', dancin to the drummer's beatCuttin up 'Apache' while they're dancin in the streetAnd 'More Bounce To the Ounce' for the Funkadelic'Tear the Roof Off the Muthasucker', let the party ripThe funky 'Breaking Bells' took you to the 'Mardi Gras'A slice of 'Paradise', and it was off to 'Shangri-La'A cut of 'Space Funk' made you come down to earthAnd 'Life On Mars' was the beat that gave birthStyle I possess, the rhythm I testThe message that I stress, the topics I addressThe yes to the yes to the y'all I professI'm more than a man, but never nothin lessCause me and the mic is like Osiris and his calfI'm droppin funky light with the blast from the past(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)A blast from the past(I say yes-yes-y'all)(It's alright)(I say yes-yes-y'all)This just a blast from the past(It's alright)(I say yes-yes-y'allTo the beat, all)(Remember Bronx River) --> KRS-OneA blast from the past(I say yes-yes-y'all)This is just a blast from the past(I say yes-yes-y'all)A blast from the past(I say yes-yes-y'all)This is just a blast from the past(Remember Bronx River)
