| Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and.
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| Mindin my business, hangin on the scene
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| Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean
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| All decked out in my tiger skin suit
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| Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots
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| Hopped on the vine and swung through the city
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| Today’s your day, said the neighborhood gypsy
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| Kept on jumpin to the other side of town
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| The place where I want to go to get down
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| Jam-packed and one green light
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| Not a crumb or crack and I’m feelin alright
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| Quarter after five and all systems go (uh-huh)
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| Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah)
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| Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride
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| My man Keith steps to my side
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| Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh)
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| I step to the curb he says, «C'mon, get in!»
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| Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah)
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| My hat flew off and Keith just laughed
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| Afrika’s with Sam, holdin on to his seat
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| As Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat
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| Arrive to the show with no time to spare
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| Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair
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| Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high
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| I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by
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| Well uhh, ahh-ooooh — I stretched out and yawned
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| Brushed my teeth then I carried on
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| Got myself dressed and off to work
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| I got there early, the boss was happy
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| «Hey, good mornin Afrika
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| Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya»
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| Pulled out a check and it read out «raise»
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| An Ivory Coast vacation for 60 days
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| 60 days, layin in the shade
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| And on top of that I’m stone cold paid
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| Packed the trunk of clothes and funk
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| Jumped on the plane, now what’s my name?
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| Honey child, you can’t tell me nothin
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| Out in the Motherland for two whole months
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| And WHOO! |
| Feelin alright
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| Uh-huh, feelin alright.
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| Home from the show and I’m layin back
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| Pulled an old school tape from out my rack
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| Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat
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| As Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat
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| Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH
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| As many hands were thrown up in the air
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| I’ve got a fine memory of a very fine night
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| Can’t sleep a wink cause I’m feelin alright!
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright. |
| *scat*
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat*
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end*
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah
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| Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feelin' Alright , by - Jungle Brothers. Song from the album Done By The Forces Of Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп