Lyrics

I'm just an ordinary cat a star player with ordinary stats Chick avoid me like dodge ball but as soon as you blow I swear Michael Bay did a casting call Make tunes outlasting all, classicness like Biggie spit I like her but she shows me no love gives me the snub I think she's intimidated by this corporate thug back on his rap grind Firing unplug at the game like a slap shot Other emcees be like is his raps hot, nah son he don't even flow for the rap charts They collect shopping carts, you see them on the job up at Walmart I got a swing set tatted on my jock, bandwagon heavy like I got a saddle on my jock Good guys ain't no fun, but we party with everyone We gonna kick it tonight, the spot with the flavor we hitting it right Good guys ain't no fun but we party with everyone The ladies looking right tonight, it's the weekend so you know we celebrating life Hey my name is Matty I'm just here to have fun Taking shots of that Bacardi so we already done You see me and Brotha Meech we some of the good guys You claim that we no fun you telling some good lies I'm sick of all the politics, always stepping on each other no apologizing I'm surrounded by these government jobs And all these people walk around like they government gods Claim that they be cash making but you know that they not Working 40 hours weeks just to get to the top Buying things they don't need is it ever going to stop Calling me a hater because I don't give you no props All these beautiful women never get no attention So all these good guys come last getting honorable mentions This is the life I chose on top of the game now here we go Good guys ain't no fun, but we party with everyone We gonna kick it tonight, the spot with the flavor we hitting it right Good guys ain't no fun but we party with everyone The ladies looking right tonight, it's the weekend so you know we celebrating life It's on fire tonight, pray the Lord I don't expire tonight I got a few more plans in life You're witnessing a debut so sickening It's Brotha Meech on the affidavit, a couple hundred-thow likes ey yo P.T. we made it A few fireball shots break that cake, haters show up I'm like S.M.H You wasn't with me shooting in the gym, I was all alone writing rap hymns The road less traveled don't follow them. Bums turn attractive once the make them dollar bills But it ain't about that, I'm preceded by a King who said I'll be right back I'm trying to get you on the right track, your arms are too short to box you can't fight back Relax like a sedative, once you comfy in your lane no need to be competitive Rap so repetitive so I drop unplug on the game like a H-bomb resetting it Good guys ain't no fun, but we party with everyone We gonna kick it tonight, the spot with the flavor we hitting it right Good guys ain't no fun but we party with everyone The ladies looking right tonight, it's the weekend so you know we celebrating life
Writer(s): Michael Livingston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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