Lyrics Is Ya Alright - Fun Lovin' Criminals

Is Ya Alright

Yo kid, I’m from your block, yo I took your chain
I took your moms out twice, I put the g in the game
Its been like tangiers, I put the grease in the gears
Left your dad in tears when I boxed his ears
I’m reppin avenue c where the wack catch a slap
I keep my cretin’s crackin and the meatpackers mackin
Puttin things in relief so baby sit in the seat
Never touch the levels just bump the beat
Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch
Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid
From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner
Don’t start no shit.
Hell rain on you
Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch
Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid
From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner
Don’t start no shit.
Hell rain on you
From downtown Brooklyn to the L.E.S
Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright
Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright
All you bottle blonde she-devils out on patrol
You’ll catch a trick real quick, so baby slow your roll
And all you mop-top critics can’t get me down
I count my money first then I beat your ass down
I got the Saville Row suit so fool don’t act cute' cause
Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch
Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid
From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner
Don’t start no shit.
Hell rain on you
Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch
Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid
From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner
Don’t start no shit.
Hell rain on you
From downtown Brooklyn to the L.E.S
Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright
If you living
Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright