Alright Lyrics
| Song | Alright |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | Hold It Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 *******'s throats gettin slit | |
| By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister | |
| You punk ************, 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 (*******) | |
| 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 ******* out the clique (what?) | |
| Ci-lo satan when i hit you with the triple 6 | |
| Your ************t be stressin it's lessin, i'm flexin with the adjectives | |
| ************ttin on mc's like i just took a laxative | |
| Now *******s know i gives a ******* 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 | |
| ******* krazy drayzie representin das efx | |
| Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects | |
| Bring ya from the east so ******* 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), ******* please (uhh) | |
| Squeeze these cos we're gettin paid by the g's wit ease (word up) | |
| We're blowin up your ******* 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 ******* gettin sprayed | |
| I keep you open like you're ******* 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 *******s hold tight (hold tight *******) | |
| 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 ************t the man kick'll make ya ******* ass sick | |
| I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it's the krazy | |
| Poppin all this ************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 ******* 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 (mother******) | |
| Back in the place i'm gettin stupid in ya sector | |
| I be the krazy drayzie, ******* check the way i wreck | |
| ******* flow to final, mother******* the title | |
| My ******* dj dice is on the vinyl (mother******) | |
| That's my recital, kid i flipped it til the end | |
| I bring it from the sewer , here my ******* 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 *******s ******* around and where *******s lay | |
| Ain't nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway | |
| Fouls like the proudest so i'm labbin in rca | |
| Aw ************t, i got you buggin, flippin that ************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, ************ ass *******s ain't got nuttin for it | |
| C'mon, broke my blocks or i'll blow ya spot | |
| I rock like that bald-headed ******* on fox | |
| (so how we do?) no shorts from *******s or they ******* 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 |
| Intro: | |
| alright x16 | |
| No doubt | |
| Aha, see what you want baby? | |
| Check it out! onetwo 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 ' s throats gettin slit | |
| By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister | |
| You punk , 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 | |
| Be doin my thing on a daytoday ha ha | |
| Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav | |
| Books in reverse, the worst out the clique what? | |
| Cilo satan when i hit you with the triple 6 | |
| Your t be stressin it' s lessin, i' m flexin with the adjectives | |
| ttin on mc' s like i just took a laxative | |
| Now s know i gives a 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, onetwo, comin thru next | |
| krazy drayzie representin das efx | |
| Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects | |
| Bring ya from the east so 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, please uhh | |
| Squeeze these cos we' re gettin paid by the g' s wit ease word up | |
| We' re blowin up your 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 gettin sprayed | |
| I keep you open like you' re sessin me | |
| You' re just a pest of me, you' ll never get the best of me | |
| Cos justa me, the ktorazy | |
| 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 s hold tight hold tight | |
| Chorus x14 | |
| Verse 3: dray, skoob | |
| To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick | |
| My rappin antics' ll keep em runnin frantic | |
| The t the man kick' ll make ya ass sick | |
| I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it' s the krazy | |
| Poppin all this 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 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 mother | |
| Back in the place i' m gettin stupid in ya sector | |
| I be the krazy drayzie, check the way i wreck | |
| flow to final, mother the title | |
| My dj dice is on the vinyl mother | |
| That' s my recital, kid i flipped it til the end | |
| I bring it from the sewer , here my 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 | |
| Diggitygot land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar | |
| For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in | |
| Amazin and plus offbeat like caucasians | |
| Me get done? never son, i hold it down for 71a | |
| Where s around and where s lay | |
| Ain' t nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway | |
| Fouls like the proudest so i' m labbin in rca | |
| Aw t, i got you buggin, flippin that 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, ass s ain' t got nuttin for it | |
| C' mon, broke my blocks or i' ll blow ya spot | |
| I rock like that baldheaded on fox | |
| so how we do? no shorts from s or they 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 |
| Intro: | |
| alright x16 | |
| No doubt | |
| Aha, see what you want baby? | |
| Check it out! onetwo 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 ' s throats gettin slit | |
| By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister | |
| You punk , 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 | |
| Be doin my thing on a daytoday ha ha | |
| Some say i got too much posse like flavor flav | |
| Books in reverse, the worst out the clique what? | |
| Cilo satan when i hit you with the triple 6 | |
| Your t be stressin it' s lessin, i' m flexin with the adjectives | |
| ttin on mc' s like i just took a laxative | |
| Now s know i gives a 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, onetwo, comin thru next | |
| krazy drayzie representin das efx | |
| Stompin wit my crew comin thru your projects | |
| Bring ya from the east so 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, please uhh | |
| Squeeze these cos we' re gettin paid by the g' s wit ease word up | |
| We' re blowin up your 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 gettin sprayed | |
| I keep you open like you' re sessin me | |
| You' re just a pest of me, you' ll never get the best of me | |
| Cos justa me, the ktorazy | |
| 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 s hold tight hold tight | |
| Chorus x14 | |
| Verse 3: dray, skoob | |
| To the, aah, boom bang, my slang is mad thick | |
| My rappin antics' ll keep em runnin frantic | |
| The t the man kick' ll make ya ass sick | |
| I bring you from the pit and never quit cos it' s the krazy | |
| Poppin all this 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 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 mother | |
| Back in the place i' m gettin stupid in ya sector | |
| I be the krazy drayzie, check the way i wreck | |
| flow to final, mother the title | |
| My dj dice is on the vinyl mother | |
| That' s my recital, kid i flipped it til the end | |
| I bring it from the sewer , here my 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 | |
| Diggitygot land like a cruiser, pop duke he rip a cougar | |
| For pages, i kick it raw til my jaw caves in | |
| Amazin and plus offbeat like caucasians | |
| Me get done? never son, i hold it down for 71a | |
| Where s around and where s lay | |
| Ain' t nuttin slim, i got game like tim hardaway | |
| Fouls like the proudest so i' m labbin in rca | |
| Aw t, i got you buggin, flippin that 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, ass s ain' t got nuttin for it | |
| C' mon, broke my blocks or i' ll blow ya spot | |
| I rock like that baldheaded on fox | |
| so how we do? no shorts from s or they 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 |
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