笨小笨Best Of Times歌词由Strong Arm Steady&Phonte演唱，出自专辑《Stones Throw Sampler: Clouds Over the Pacific》，下面是《Best Of Times》完整版歌词！
Best Of Times歌词完整版
"Hi hahahahaha the first thing
I have to tell you is this
This city was made from the original music
It is not a counterfeit this is the real one
This one is true this one is real"
Yeah william cosby sweaters
There's only one thing better than cheddar
If life is a puzzle I put it together
I'm like DMC my run tougher than leather
I come from an era of golf hats
Ball caps pimp hats with feathers
Plaid slacks with the button-up jackets to match
I blast at any knucklehead f**king with rap
I got to chuckle at that rap black belt
Motherf**ker but the buckle is back
Pro-rap what you wanna do
Nothing with that
You suck like a hoe on figaro and you wack
Niggas know it and they talk to your back
Behind closed doors and get a good laugh
Like that factory that niggas in rap
Your name ain't seinfield if you black
My clientele sell more than the crack
That reagan let it
F**k your meagan good friend
At the holiday Inn
She look like her twin
One thing's for certain two things for sure
No where to work and no way to grow
A crazy place we all praying
For the best of times
Ohh yeah yea-yeah-eaah
My mind is like a peace book
I can't get no peace wherever I look
My own worst enemy even the evil get shook
For the violence the fans turn finicky
Silly of me to think that I
Culd untie that ribbon in the sky
Senior citizens in line
The end sure isn't as pure to require
That same sugar high
Rely on religion if your heart's missing
It won't work certain it's all written
Emerge make 'em all listen
Some rehearse them devilish words
And put the hurt in 'em
I mean put the hurting on 'em
With or without warning
Been a whole year shed a tear for him
A year since I heard from him
I don't care I know where I'm going
One thing's for certain two things for sure
No where to work and no way to grow
A crazy place we all praying
For the best of times
Yo everybody got the blues and it's evident
Got workers losing
They jobs and they residence
And overseas niggas filing out
Straight wilding out tossing
They shoes at the president
It make me think about
The loot that I shell out
If times get tight will the show still sell out
Po' folk need help they call it welfare
When rich folk need it
Then y'all call it a bail out
It make me wanna yell out but I just chill
Because the love for my fam is priceless
Long as I got them we'll be able to fight this
Cause ni**a I'm black
I was born in a financial crisis sh*t
So no eulogies and no two-to-threes
I'll survive cause being broke ain't new to me
New opportunities and ways to grind
Respect your mind and
Celebrate the best of times
Now let's ride
One thing's for certain two things for sure
No where to work and no way to grow
A crazy place we all praying
For the best of times
Good times good times
Good times good times
Best of Times - Strong Arm Steady
