Funkoars - It's All Good (Is Very Good) lyrics

[Hook] It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) [Verse 1: Sesta] It's all good, representing era when Everything you said was relevant Where if you didn't do it, but said it you get it like you're magnetic And now we applaud 'em and give 'em the metal it's- The original craftsman it's still Larry De Cata until it's up and in front of me politicking and muttering It's nothing but a bustuggery, past kind of worried me Never puffed Gary, still my lung kind of spluttery What's the deal, I won't have a debate I'm from the deep south city, got the capital A Save comparisons from back in the days We kept it better than your marital aids and got busy Funkoars, how you do it like that? But, Funkoars always did it like that Perhaps, you need to relax you something better than that my brother It's either that or we'll need to react, not cool [Hook] It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) [Verse 2: Trials] Yeah, I was laid out, stretched on the bedspread (sh**!) Told hexsteph she better get dressed and (quick) Get the kids out the house, the apocalypse on top of us One police man for every twenty crooked officers (woop woop) Hard to get 'em off of us Even when you lay 'em down in the jail cell custody without a mate around You're going downtown, talk nice to police But that goes without saying like I died in my sleep (meh!) Get it into you, like shell fragments down in Libya Don't have a cow like it's India (The Quickening is coming) Feel the room getting windier Who's your step daddy, like the one who's picking Mindy up They call me T-R-I-A-L-S pop your feet up And take a triple trigger, Mr. Bob Dabalina 'Till the pick it apart I wanna' live in the park Life's hard motherf**er, try to live in Iraq [Hook] It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) [Verse 3: Hons] So, it's 2011, guess I'm all grown up 27 years old, but you know what s**s? I ain't nothing like society expecting of me No wife, no kids, and I'm home loan free Kind of sad that I got no girl at home No dinner cooked for me, flesh light when I'm horny But, when I pour in at 4 a.m. stinking of scotch and strippers Mad, I don't get no scorning And yeah, me just happy that I came home And I'm happy he ain't out chasing cars on the main road We raise a bar cause you all aim low Sacrifice what you're doing, for the chase the dog Funkoars, we the illest Reason why you [?] been pillaged, you ain't want nothing with us now I came up as a kid down south So what the f** have I got to be complaining about? It's all good [Hook] It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good) It's all good, is very good It's all good (it's all good)