Ken Wallace - Alright lyrics

[Intro] "Alright" {*16X*} No doubt Aha, see what you want baby? Check it out! One-two for my peeps like this, check it out [Verse One: Skoob] To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so don't slip (yeah) Cos mad n***a's throats gettin slit By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister You punk b**h, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah) It's the...now I'm the maniac with the flow (what?) Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (n***a) Be doin my thing on a day-to-day (ha ha) Some say I got too much posse like Flavor Flav Books in reverse, the worst n***a out the clique (what?) Cee-lo Satan when I hit you with the triple six You should be stressin this lesson I'm flexin with the adjectives sh**tin on MC's like I just took a laxative Now n***as know I gives a f** about'cha crew You try to keep up but got stuck like the two Between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks it frantic And god damn it, watch me and my man rock the planet Like this, boy! [Hook] "Alright" {*8X*} [Verse Two: Dray] Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next n***a Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects Bring ya from the east, so f** the beast, so if ya spot 'em You'd do us all a favor if you pulled your piece and shot 'em (BAA!!) We're makin dollars overseas (uhh), n***a please (uhh) Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the G's wit ease (word up) We're blowin up your f**in spot (no doubt) Cos when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not Now everybody be the nicest but Jesus Christ this Is a crisis, I k** 'em dead with my devices My advice is you better learn a trade Before you kick a rhyme and end up f**in gettin sprayed I keep you open like you're f**in sesame You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me Cos justa me, the K-to-R-A-Z-Y Use to rock Fila, inventin like I'm Eli Whitney Houston, your style in need of boostin Your crew that need to stomp, no comp, you know you're losin I put my dues in so you know it's only right I gots ta hold it down so all my n***as hold tight (hold tight n***a) [Hook] "Alright" {*14X*} [Verse Three: Dray, Skoob] To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick My rappin antics'll keep 'em runnin fran-tic The sh** the man kick'll make ya f**in a** sick I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the Krazy Poppin all this sh** cos these rhymers don't amaze me It pays me to rock it so why not I stop it I make it by the bucket so f** it, I stock it It's just for safe keepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe I'm comin with my Timbs in ya face (motherf**er) Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector I be the Krazy Drayzie, n***a check the way I wreck f**in flow to final, motherf** the title My n***a DJ Dice is on the vinyl (motherf**er) That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end I bring it from the sewer, here my n***a come again The Books in reverse kicks a verse I'm takin it to ya face, I'm iggity on the case I pursuit To stomp an MC like grapes and then scrape 'em with the boot I bring swing to the ring like Lou Duva Diggity-got land like a cruiser, Pop Duke he rip a cougar For pages, I kick it raw til my jaw caves in Amazin and plus off-beat like caucasians Me get done? Never son, I hold it down for 718 Where n***as f** around and where n***as lay Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway Fouls like the proudest so I'm louder than RCA Aw sh**, I got you buggin, flippin that sh** that you lovin Plus I got another back in the oven Some heard the style and then construction on it But they just touching on it, b**h a** n***as ain't got nuttin for it Come up off my blocks or I'll blow ya spot I rock like that bald-headed n***a on Fox (So how we do?) No shorts from n***as or they f**in girl and (what you got?) More styles than Delancey got shearling (no doubt) So if you wit me and you're higher than a hippie, hold tight Cause e'rything gon' be aight! (No doubt) [Hook] "Alright" {*repeat to fade*}