Alright lyrics

by

Pete Rock


[Hook]
"Alright" (repeatedly)

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*gga's throats gettin slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk b*tch, when the funk hit, the tongue twister (yeah)
It's the...no I'm the maniac with the flow, I don't
Til I knock out your regulars and your gold teeth (n*gga)
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*gga 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*ttin on MC's like I just took a laxative
Now n*ggas know I gives a f*ck 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]

[Verse Two: Dray]
Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
n*gga Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east, so f*ck 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*gga please (uhh)
Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin up your f*ckin 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 kill 'em dead with my devices
My advice is you better learn a trade
Before you kick a rhyme and end up f*ckin gettin sprayed
I keep you open like you're f*ckin sesame
You're just a pest of me, you'll never get the best of me
Cos yes I be, 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? They need a 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*ggas hold tight (hold tight n*gga)

[Hook]
[Verse Three]
[Dray]
To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics'll keep 'em runnin frantic
The sh*t the man kick'll make ya f*ckin ass sick
I bring it from the pit and never quit cos it's the Krazy
Poppin all this sh*t cos these rhymers don't amaze me
It pays me to rock it so why I'ma stop it?
I make ya buy the bucket so f*ck it, I stock it
It's just for safekeepin so when I'm sleepin I sleep safe
I'm comin with my Timbs in ya face (motherf*cker)
Back in the place I'm gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the Krazy Drayzie, n*gga check the way I wreck ya
f*ckin flow to the final, motherf*ck a title
My n*gga DJ Dice is on the vinyl (motherf*cker)
That's my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer, here my n*gga come again

[Skoob]
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
Giggity-got land like a cruiser, Pop Duke, he whip 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*ggas f*ck around and where n*ggas lay
Ain't nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so I'm louder than RCA
Aw sh*t, I got you buggin, flippin that sh*t that you lovin
Plus I got another back in the oven
Some heard the style and did construction on it
But they just touching on it, b*tch ass n*ggas ain't got nuttin for it
Come up off my blocks or I'll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed n*gga on Fox
(So how we do?) No shorts from n*ggas or they f*ckin 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] {repeat to fade}
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