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'all

To 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 wall

Teachers tried to teach em, but I got em in the hall

Learnin funky lessons, testin, yes, I am the man

Suckers try to second-guess and question if I can

Flowin knowledge, wisdom, power, don't you understand?

I educate and radiate and motivate fam

Showin younger brothers what it is to be a man

By tearin up the party when the mic is in my hand

This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam

Fall into the mood as the funky music slams

I know you got the rhythm, cause it runs in the fam

I gotta speak my piece, cause this ain't _Silence Of the Lambs_

I'm here to terrorize, energize, exercise, mesmerize

If some brothers say they beat me, them are lies

Whoever stepped to me and tried to do me got it fast

Homeboy was ancient history, a blast from the past



This is just a blast from the past



[ VERSE 2 ]

I said 'rock-rnock, y'all' and knocked-knocked all

The suckers out the box, as I dropped back-calls

For response they responded, the response was overwhelmin

>From brothers with cool tones, but rookies were yellin

They're sellin records by the millions, I was sellin tapes

Givin parties in the park, and we never made papes

Rhymin from dawn till dust till dawn

6 a.m. and we was just gettin warm

Heatin up and beatin up on some dead wrong

Brother on the mic who thought he had it goin on

Talk on the mic with no poetical style

He was doggin it like he's a pathetical child

To grab a microphone a brother had to have juice

If he couldn't produce, we said he couldn't get loose

Today we would say the brother just couldn't flow

And he would be like history, homeboy would have to go



[ VERSE 3 ]

I said peep-peep, y'all, a total recall

Drop the funky lyrics on ya like free-fall

Watch the 'Funky Drummer', dancin to the drummer's beat

Cuttin up 'Apache' while they're dancin in the street

And 'More Bounce To the Ounce' for the Funkadelic

'Tear the Roof Off the Muthasucker', let the party rip

The 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 earth

And 'Life On Mars' was the beat that gave birth

Style I possess, the rhythm I test

The message that I stress, the topics I address

The yes to the yes to the y'all I profess

I'm more than a man, but never nothin less

Cause me and the mic is like Osiris and his calf

I'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'all

To the beat, all)



(Remember Bronx River) --> KRS-One



A 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)