K-Rino - Everythang's Alright lyrics
[K-Rino - Everythang's Alright lyrics]
Creepin' down the block with a
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
If you proud to be from the hood
Then throw ya peace sign up
No time for artifical G's
You a soldier line up
My potna just got out of jail
Get on the phone and call the crew
We head to his place now
For the welcome back-home barbeque
Sunday morning
Riding down MLK shaking the ground
Passing by the church house
So respect man turn the music down
Pulled up the store
I seen my homie who got paralyzed
He sitting up in a wheelchair now but
The blessed is he's still alive
Gave a dap, seen some young homies rapping
I ain't know em (they all good)
They want me on they mixtape man you
Know I got a 16 for em
Showing love we getting love
I'm happy even when it's rough
My kinfolk got the bust out so
We turn around scooped em up
Laws jump behinds us ran our plates
Hoping to take us down
Everythang on our ride's legit
We had to move around
Met up with the fellas man we
Just mobbing hard and killing time
Showing love and getting love and beef
Ain't even on our mind
Creepin' down the block with a
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
Turning corners, checking traps
Still laughing at these haters
Showing love to the homies that died
Everything's alright
Eastside got certified hustlers
Westside got certified hustlers
Forget knowing then what I know now cause
That's the past and it's dead
I rather know now what lies up ahead
To many homies doing fed time, counting time
State times peace to the ones who got out
Tryna walk a straight line
I see my homeboy he's still doing his thang
(see ya boy)
I'm down on the court with a good
Son try'na work on his game
And ain't no rain up in the
Forecast it's just sunny and hot
And nothing down they selling
Jordans and socks
This neighbourhood ain't been the same man
For as long as I can remember in H-town
But we still be wearing shorts in December
And much love to the OG's in this H-town rap
Like Big Mello, for putting that on the map
I drop my lil mama off cause
I got buisness to handle
But we goin hook up again tommorow same time
Same channel
Southside certified hustlers pimping the game
And I know the players on the
Northside is doing the same
Creepin' down the block with a
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
Turning corners, checking traps
Still laughing at these haters
Showing love to the homies that died
Everything's alright
Eastside got certified hustlers
Westside got certified hustlers
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
If you proud to be from the hood
Then throw ya peace sign up
No time for artifical G's
You a soldier line up
My potna just got out of jail
Get on the phone and call the crew
We head to his place now
For the welcome back-home barbeque
Sunday morning
Riding down MLK shaking the ground
Passing by the church house
So respect man turn the music down
Pulled up the store
I seen my homie who got paralyzed
He sitting up in a wheelchair now but
The blessed is he's still alive
Gave a dap, seen some young homies rapping
I ain't know em (they all good)
They want me on they mixtape man you
Know I got a 16 for em
Showing love we getting love
I'm happy even when it's rough
My kinfolk got the bust out so
We turn around scooped em up
Laws jump behinds us ran our plates
Hoping to take us down
Everythang on our ride's legit
We had to move around
Met up with the fellas man we
Just mobbing hard and killing time
Showing love and getting love and beef
Ain't even on our mind
Creepin' down the block with a
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
Turning corners, checking traps
Still laughing at these haters
Showing love to the homies that died
Everything's alright
Eastside got certified hustlers
Westside got certified hustlers
Forget knowing then what I know now cause
That's the past and it's dead
I rather know now what lies up ahead
To many homies doing fed time, counting time
State times peace to the ones who got out
Tryna walk a straight line
I see my homeboy he's still doing his thang
(see ya boy)
I'm down on the court with a good
Son try'na work on his game
And ain't no rain up in the
Forecast it's just sunny and hot
And nothing down they selling
Jordans and socks
This neighbourhood ain't been the same man
For as long as I can remember in H-town
But we still be wearing shorts in December
And much love to the OG's in this H-town rap
Like Big Mello, for putting that on the map
I drop my lil mama off cause
I got buisness to handle
But we goin hook up again tommorow same time
Same channel
Southside certified hustlers pimping the game
And I know the players on the
Northside is doing the same
Creepin' down the block with a
Pocket full of cash
And a bopper on the passenger side
Everything's alright
Southside got certified hustlers
Northside (yeah) got certified hustlers
Turning corners, checking traps
Still laughing at these haters
Showing love to the homies that died
Everything's alright
Eastside got certified hustlers
Westside got certified hustlers