W.D. Wind - Good Times

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

Written by:
Adonis Moore

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