Up to no good good livin’ now I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law People call me the Picasso of painting the town And I’ve finally grown up I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't

La la la la, la la la la la People need hope, people need lovin' People need trust from a fellow man People need love to make a good good livin' People need faith in a helping hand Gotta have love to carry on living La la la la, la la la la la Man has alway

Um ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

Goodbye, goodbye To all the fake people in my life I never wanted you around me So be on your way now You better think twice Before you let people in your life Because when you put down No one is around you You got a case of the fake people

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep

Go gangsta, keep boppin' Like back when a nigga was clockin' Rock with me, let's get this bitch poppin' See, it's hard to be good, but easy to do evil And I ain't really into meeting with new people I don't know you, you don't know me You don't know the

And mama’s good good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

In a love song. What the singers all are singing 'Cause everybody's needing Why do people cry When they hear the word goodbye In a love song? Tears are sure to fall When you know they gave it all Somehow two lovers get a chance

Babada baba Our kind of people had a bed for the night And it was okay And daddy told us never listen to the ones Pointing nasty fingers and making fun 'Cause we were good good kids Mama said that it was quite alright My mama said that is was okay When mama