King Los - All Right Then lyrics

[Intro:] I got ghetto dope in my vein, I got yellow rope on my... I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain [Bridge:] I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane [Hook:] I say f** these n***as and what they say You don't know me, pretend to know me f** these n***as and what they say You don't know me, pretend to know me [Bridge:] I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane [Hook:] I say f** these n***as and what I say You don't know me, pretend to know me f** these n***as and what they say You don't know me, pretend to know me All right then, all right then All right then, hah? [Verse 1:] Melo go through the lane, we men all do the same That one McLaren with a seat in the middle now Raised with the k**a can while you playin mad man Ain't no superhero here but the X-Men Everybody lookin for survival so they are so The man that hold the gun is the hand that rocks the cradle Born in the gutter, covered in struggle Smothered in hustle where brothers hate you as much as yo mother can love you Motherf**ers that buck you over them green bags Subtracting crème's the method, I'm method over the clean trap It was shock when they shot my father, the shock was on em Was hoppin off em and onto me is a prophet, recall it When I landed in the land of glory I was barely ten I was raised in a hut with them barbarians Burner hear my bubble good, shootin from the project roof Papa was a preacher, I was bishop cause I had the juice Real talk when I rode gone til November It's cause if Baltimore that murdered my n***a in November All right then, hah? [Bridge: x2] I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane [Hook:] I say f** these n***as and what I say You don't know me, pretend to know me f** these n***as and what they say You don't know me, pretend to know me All right then, all right then, hah? [Verse 2:] It's the author, unorthodox Orthodoxin the water, no culture shop You ain't strapped, you a hold the top I holt the top cause the bottom comin Got em runnin, call the cops I'm callin shots like tech whistles f** you like groupie tex, detects missiles that be technical Ya'll n***as is ho oh oh oh oh oh f** em, we flippin bundles, them b**hes tumble like Gold medal winners, gold medal in em, boy we stretch em When we catch him it's like he caught a cold Cause he get a coffee, never speak on it cold Never geek on yo n***as and never creep with a ho That be exactly how they found you, just a creep and a ho My n***as be quick to pull them litres, leave you leakin for dough All right then, all right then, hah? [Bridge: x2] I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane [Verse 3:] Pour some liquor cause the good die young Banana clipped up but he sure young Welcome to the jungle where they treat us like we animals Haiti, the Bitstock chronicles Murder murder – that's what you hear when they pull up in the middle of the night When they ready for the stick up Hiccup hiccup hiccups, you ain't bout the rubber grip If you only had 3, why would one be a d**h wish This is the truth but I said this before Whether I'm in Haiti or Baltimore Import more shooters who run through yo door And it'll be yo body lying on the floor Out in the mob, they go through your organ In the church they play the organ C-c-c-c-ca-cry-cry-crows-crows fly fly It's 5 o'clock, do you know? You kids, ha-have you been notified-fied-fied All right then, all right then All right then, hah? All right then, all right then All right then, hah?