WYCLEF JEAN - All Right Then lyrics
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I got ghetto dope on my vein
I got yellow gold on my
I got ghetto dope on my vein
I got yellow gold on my chains
I got ghetto dope on my vein
I got yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
I say, “fuck these niggas and what they’re saying
You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
“Fuck these niggas and what they say
“You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
I got ghetto dope on my vein
I got yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
I say, “fuck these niggas and what they’re saying
You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
“Fuck these niggas and what they say
“You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
(Alright then, alright then, alright then!)
Melo go through the lanes,
Me, man, I do the same
F1 McLaren with a seat in the middle, man
Raised with the killer camp while you playing Batman
Ain’t no super heros here, but they’re “X” men.
Everybody looking for survival, so they hustle
The hand that holds the gun is the hand that rocks the cradle.
Born in the gutter, covered in struggle
Smothered in hustle
Where brothers hate you as much as you mother can love you.
Motherfuckers, I’ll buck you over with ‘em green bags
If tracking cream’s the method, I’m method over the cream track
It was shocking, they shot my father,
The…. on him was hopping off him and on to me, as a prophet would call it.
When I landed in the land of glory I was barely ten
I was raised in a hut with them barbarians
Burner in my bubble…, shooting from the project roof
Papa was a preacher, I was Bishop, cause I had the juice.
Real talk, when I wrote ”Gone ‘Til November”
It’s ‘cause in Baltimore, they murdered my nigga in November, uh!
Hook:
(Alright then, alright then, alright then!)
I got ghetto dope on my vein, yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
I got ghetto dope on my vein, yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
I say, “fuck these niggas and what they’re saying
You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
“Fuck these niggas and what they say
“You don’t know me, you pretend to know me!”
(Alright then, alright then, alright then!)
It’s the author on orthodox
Off the docks in the water, no culture shock.
You ain’t strapped, you a halter top
I hocked the top cause the bottom coming.
Got ‘em running, call the cops
I’m calling shots like Tec whistles
Fuck you like group sex then text missiles
The beat technical, y’all niggas is so...
Ah, fuck ‘em, we flipping bundles, them bitches tumble like
Gold medal winners, gold metal win ‘em when we stretch ‘em.
When we catch him it’s like he caught a cold
‘Cause he get a coffin, never speak on the code
Never geek on your niggas and never creep with a hoe
That be exactly how they’ll find you, just a creep in a hoe
My niggas quick to put them needles, leave you leaking for dough.
Hook:
(Alright then, alright then, alright then!)
I got ghetto dope on my vein, yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
I got ghetto dope on my vein, yellow gold on my chain
I fly in ‘em Maserati like Melo go through the lane.
Pour some liquor ‘cause the good die young
Banana clipped up, mighty Joe Young.
Welcome to the jungle where they treat us like we animals
Hey, the bed… chronicles
“Murder, murder, murder”
That’s what you hear when they pull up in the middle of the night
When they’re ready for the stick-up
Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup you ain’t about the rubber grip.
If you only had three, why would one be a death wish?
This is the truth and I’ve said this before
Whether I’m in Haiti or Baltimore.
Import more shooters and run through your door
And leave your body lying on the floor
Out in the morgue they go through your organs
In the church they play the organ
The sky cry, cry, crow, crows fly
It’s 5 o’clock, do you know where your kids are at?
Have you been notified?
[Outro:]
Alright then, alright then, alright then, huh?!
Alright then, alright then, alright then, huh?!
