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WILL SMITH
Big Willie Style 1997
It's All Good текст песни
It's All Good
It's all good pop the bubbly life is lovely
All sun no rain
No strain can't complain
Pass hell pain but no coumbaya
Now I boomshaka laka laka boo ah ah
I got the good life no strife real nice
An I'm a papa my son trey haha
An when I'm on tour he be mad I'm gone
But then he smile an come runnin screamin daddy's home
Then he hold me slightly tightly
Mom your wish came true I got one just like me
My life be so good so good
Ka chicka chicka ka chicka chicka good
Things come to those who wait
But too late my life's to great to wait
I wanna celebrate good times c'mon
Chorus
Livin lovin lovin livin it's all good
I'm lovin livin it's all good
Livin lovin lovin livin it's all good
I'm lovin livin it's all good
Livin lovin lovin livin it's all good
I'm lovin livin it's all good
Livin lovin lovin livin it's all good
I'm lovin livin it's all good
Verse 2
I wake up every morning in the canopy bed
Slip a kiss to the miss you the man she says
Mirror mirror need I call
You know uno bad breath an all
Times I been fed up still didn't let up
'stead a doin dirt did work and kept my head up
Set up
For the future much love to my girl
North pole got my butt cold sittin on top of the world
An I'm feelin so high
Touch the ceiling the sky
You say I smile cause I'm on top of the pie
But yo the cream can only finance the smile for a little while
My grin got longevity got family backin me
That's why I'm livin happily
Ever after love and laughter
Hussle cause I wants to not cause I have to
Ask yourself who made the polar caps melt
Fp the phenomenon true don juan jon blaze
The fonz ain't seen my happy days
The track plays I'm in the shades singin a phrase
Chorus
Verse 3
They say the clothes don't make the man
Take my hand
Watch me freak this
Ah mommy's tryin ta creep this
Tryin to entice me to let it off
But nah why not c'mon baby you saw set it off
Proposition by trio in rio
Menage trois down at the marde gras
But nah my clothes by versace
My attitude cocky the sym it's imanyaki
Like a felon no tellin what I do next
I don't front cause I'm paid but I do flex
Southwestern crib like a villa
Vacation on a mountain in manilla
Rhyme spilla real thrilla
An it's real clear
Y'all talkin east and west I'm talkin hemispheres
My papa raised no fool
So many zeros on my check it's like oooooooooooohh
Chorus to fade
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