Alright lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Alright



 Send "Alright" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Intro:

*Alright* (x16)
No doubt
Aha, see what you want baby?
Check it out! One-two for my peeps like this,
check it out

Verse 1: Skoob

To the, aah, tick tick, my clique is mad thick so
don`t slip (yeah)
cos mad nigga`s throats gettin slit
by the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya
blister
You punk bit*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
(nigga)
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 nigga out the clique
(what?)
Ci-lo Satan when I hit you with the triple 6
Your sh*t be stressin it`s lessin, I`m flexin
with the adjectives
Shittin on MC`s like I just took a laxative
Now niggas know I gives a f**k about`cha crew
You try to keep up but got stuck like the two
between nevers and Atlantis, I kicks a frantic
and goddamn it, watch me and my man rock the
planet
like this, boy!

Hook:

*Alright* (x8)

Verse 2: Dray

Well uhh, one-two, comin thru next
Nigga Krazy Drayzie representin Das EFX
Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects
Bring ya from the east so f**k the peace so if
you spot us
you do us a fave bip, you pull your piece and
shot em (BAA!!)
You`re makin dollars overseas (uhh), nigga please
(uhh)
Squeeze these cos we`re gettin paid by the G`s
wit ease (word up)
We`re blowin up your f**kin 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
it`s 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**kin gettin
sprayed
I keep you open like you`re f**kin sessin me
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, bettin like I`m Eli
With Houston your style in need of boostin
Your crew that need to stomp, no conk, 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 niggas hold
tight (hold tight nigga)

Chorus (x14)

Verse 3: Dray, Skoob

To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick
My rappin antics`ll keep em runnin fran-tic
The sh*t the man kick`ll make ya f**kin as* sick
I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it`s
the Krazy
Poppin all this sh*t cos his 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**k 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**ker)
Back in the place I`m gettin stupid in ya sector
I be the Krazy Drayzie, nigga check the way I
wreck
f**kin flow to final, motherf**k the title
My nigga DJ Dice is on the vinyl (motherf**ker)
That`s my recital, kid I flipped it til the end
I bring it from the sewer , here my nigga come
again

The Books in reverse kicks a verse
I`m takin it to ya face, I`m iggity on the case I
persuit
to stomp an MC like grapes and then scrape em
with the boot
I bring swing to the ring like Luke Doover
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 7-1-A
where niggas f**k around and where niggas lay
Ain`t nuttin slim, I got game like Tim Hardaway
Fouls like the proudest so I`m labbin in RCA
Aw shit, I got you buggin, flippin that sh*t 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, bit*h as* niggas
ain`t got nuttin for it
C`mon, broke my blocks or I`ll blow ya spot
I rock like that bald-headed nigga on Fox
(So how we do?) No shorts from niggas or they
f**kin girl and (what you
got?)
more styles than the last got served (no doubt)
So if you wit me and you`re higher than a hippie,
hold tight
cos e`rything gon` be aight! (No doubt)

Chorus to fade