Pacewon - Okay, Alright lyrics

{*phone rings*} Hello is Pacewon home? No he's not in right now Check it out now y'all [Chorus] OKAY! ALRIGHT! OKAY! ALRIGHT! ... GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! All we need is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! All we want is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! All we see is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN! [Pacewon] Grimy chicks buy me kicks I came in the door in ninety-six There was a lot of good MC's, but where they at now? Did they travel overseas and die from Mad Cow? Or was it lyrics, chumps couldn't deliver it Instead of actin they age, they actin ignorant So insignificant rhymes I don't consider it You're illiterate, loud and belligerent I'm the king of bustin off in ya Could tell ya how I feel with just one finger Drop it on wax, without bein vulgar Send a message out to the culture Let 'em all know I'm a pro but I do carry arms Hit your vest hard as Barry Bonds Handle my gat like a lady, slugs is bis**ual You'll catch one and your girl die next to you [Chorus] [Pacewon] I'm out to make a profit I got dough in the pocket I toss it up like it's really no object I get p**y when I want like Big, name spreadin like gossip One rhyme could get you higher than chronic I got friends that's Islamic like Chi Smoke and DJ Muhammad They religious but they shifty as Onyx And we speak in ebonics, roll dice and we drink 'til we vomit Throw a rocket in the Eagle and co*k it Watch it break down the sonic barrier more quick than a comet Females gettin hit in the bonnet Led laced dark eyes pale face like them b**hes is Gaelic The grim reaper done made a deposit, if you want it you got it Here it is, plug me into your socket Like a slug go into a glock clip, I rock sh** Straight for the burbs just as well as the projects Not just for the economics b**h, we keep it.. [Chorus] {*sample scratched - "Get on down!" while female talks*} [Pacewon] I decorate my house and car with kitty litter Pretty n***a, city slicker Roll up in a GS3, ESP I could read your mind, don't BS me pa You think you thinkin what I'm thinkin but I'm thinkin beat you in the motherf**in head until my rhyme sink in Do the damn thing baby, let it rip This is all etiquette, and I'm gettin better kid Cause now I seperate the subject from the predicate The words is all edited, the verbal brawl never quits You co*ks**in son of a nice woman Bring your lil' rhymes and I eat 'em like rice pudding My rhymes, I throw 'em like Dwight Gooden You driveby pullin, you just might couldn't I play your tape, but it sounds the same So I threw it in the sink and rinsed it down the drain Little trick [Chorus]