Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's All Right, artist - Guerilla Black. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's All Right |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| Well I’m Guerilla Black, the one they talking about |
| Wit a fresh throw way and some dope in my mouth |
| Just trying to make a liven |
| C P T, hard times that’s a given |
| Flee from the bees, or starve or go to prison |
| No not me, I hope that be, I don’t have to sovote the fiens |
| I got another plan, I got another plot |
| I got some-mo grams, I got another spot |
| Where we can put it, pull out the draws and cook it I got my enemies all shooken |
| On the way I handle the .38 and work the weight |
| I got a stash if the search the place |
| Move up, or move out the way |
| You just stand back and do as I say |
| No, you don’t need to know hey they call me hustle man |
| If you show stop my money, watch me touch you man |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| You don't really really want it You don't want it You don't really really want it You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no You don't really really want it You don't want it |
| You don't really really want it You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no It's been a long time |
| I shoulda left you in the ditch half dead |
| Fa 'cause I help you |
| I got a nephew, was caller 40 cal |
| I got five shots that’ll slow you down |
| Ask around whose compound this |
| Drinking slize malt liquor |
| Trey pound in the vest |
| (Yes sir) |
| Lay down in the nest, I got a nice stash |
| Get to close watch ya ass see a bright flash |
| Aight man, I give you fair warning |
| I promise you want breathe, they’ll see the morning |
| Little cock and squeeze, wit those high lows |
| Smoke lots of weed, that’s my motto |
| I hope you got a good relationship wit Jamaica |
| Shoot you in Compton, watch them find you in Jamaica |
| Double the paper, I’m loving the odds |
| Huh, 20 to 1 I’m taken it all dog |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car and they ready to die |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| It’s all right if these fools keep trippin' |
| We going start a fight then take it outside |
| Pull the heats out the car |
| And they ready to die |
| You don't really really want it You don't want it You don't really really want it You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no You don't really really want it You don't want it |
| You don't really really want it You don't want it wit us, no wit us, no |