Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feelin' Alright, artist - Jungle Brothers. Album song Done By The Forces Of Nature, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2021
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Feelin' Alright |
Zigga-one, zigga-two, zigga-three, zigga-and. |
Mindin my business, hangin on the scene |
Kangaroos rolled by -- but I was clean |
All decked out in my tiger skin suit |
Hair braided up and my Jungle Brother boots |
Hopped on the vine and swung through the city |
Today’s your day, said the neighborhood gypsy |
Kept on jumpin to the other side of town |
The place where I want to go to get down |
Jam-packed and one green light |
Not a crumb or crack and I’m feelin alright |
Quarter after five and all systems go (uh-huh) |
Packin my gear, headin for the next show (yeah) |
Coolin on the stoop, waitin for my ride |
My man Keith steps to my side |
Chris pulls up, Uncle Sam next to him (uh-huh) |
I step to the curb he says, «C'mon, get in!» |
Grandma waved as Chris hits the gas (yeah) |
My hat flew off and Keith just laughed |
Afrika’s with Sam, holdin on to his seat |
As Sam does ninety to a new Bush beat |
Arrive to the show with no time to spare |
Check in the mirror run my hand through my hair |
Offered drinks and drugs, to get me high |
I put my hands in my pocket and passed them by |
Well uhh, ahh-ooooh — I stretched out and yawned |
Brushed my teeth then I carried on |
Got myself dressed and off to work |
I got there early, the boss was happy |
«Hey, good mornin Afrika |
Let me show ya the surprise that I have for ya» |
Pulled out a check and it read out «raise» |
An Ivory Coast vacation for 60 days |
60 days, layin in the shade |
And on top of that I’m stone cold paid |
Packed the trunk of clothes and funk |
Jumped on the plane, now what’s my name? |
Honey child, you can’t tell me nothin |
Out in the Motherland for two whole months |
And WHOO! |
Feelin alright |
Uh-huh, feelin alright. |
Home from the show and I’m layin back |
Pulled an old school tape from out my rack |
Tall glass of AJ and a real soft seat |
As Pow-Wow rocks a rhyme to Billy Squire, Big Beat |
Cool C recalls of the crowd sayin YEAH |
As many hands were thrown up in the air |
I’ve got a fine memory of a very fine night |
Can’t sleep a wink cause I’m feelin alright! |
Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah |
Feelin alright, feelin alright. |
*scat* |
Feelin alright, feelin alright *scat* |
Feelin alright, feelin alright *scats to near end* |
Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah |
Feelin alright, feelin alright, yeah yeah |