Lyrics Alright - Das EFX
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Alright
(No
doubt)
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Alright
(Aha,
see
what
you
want
baby?)
Alright
Alright
(Check
it
out!)
Alright
(One-two)
Alright
(For
my
peeps
like
this)
Alright
Alright
(Check
it
out)
To
the,
aah,
tick
tick,
my
clique
is
mad
thick
so
don′t
slip
(yeah)
Cos
mad
nigga's
throats
gettin
slit
By
the
mister
wit
the
heat
ta
burn
ya
til
ya
blister
You
punk
bitch,
when
the
funk
hit,
the
tongue
twister
(yeah)
It′s
the...
now
I'm
the
maniac
with
the
flow
(what?)?
Til
I
knock
out
your
regulars
and
your
gold
teeth
(nigga)
Be
doin
my
thing
on
a
day-to-day
(ha
ha)
Some
say
I
got
too
much
posse
like
flavor
flav
Books
in
reverse,
the
worst
nigga
out
the
clique
(what?)
Ci-lo
satan
when
I
hit
you
with
the
triple
6
Your
shit
be
stressin
it's
lessin,
I′m
flexin
with
the
adjectives
Shittin
on
mc′s
like
I
just
took
a
laxative
Now
niggas
know
I
gives
a
fuck
about'cha
crew
You
try
to
keep
up
but
got
stuck
like
the
two
Between
nevers
and
atlantis,
I
kicks
a
frantic
And
goddamn
it,
watch
me
and
my
man
rock
the
planet
Like
this,
boy!
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Well
uhh,
one-two,
comin
thru
next
Nigga
krazy
drayzie
representin
das
efx
Stompin
wit
my
crew
comin
thru
your
projects
Bring
ya
from
the
east
so
fuck
the
peace
so
if
you
spot
us
You
do
us
a
fave
bip,
you
pull
your
piece
and
shot
em
(baa!)
You′re
makin
dollars
overseas
(uhh),
nigga
please
(uhh)
Squeeze
these
cos
we're
gettin
paid
by
the
g′s
wit
ease
(word
up)
We're
blowin
up
your
fuckin
spot
(no
doubt)
Cos
when
you′re
hot,
you're
hot
and
when
you're
not,
you′re
not
Now
everybody
be
the
nicest
but
jesus
christ
this
It′s
a
crisis,
I
kill
em
dead
with
my
devices
My
advice
is
you
better
learn
a
trade
Before
you
kick
a
rhyme
and
end
up
fuckin
gettin
sprayed
I
keep
you
open
like
you're
fuckin
sessin
me
You′re
just
a
pest
of
me,
you'll
never
get
the
best
of
me
Cos
justa
me,
the
k-to-r-a-z-y
Use
to
rock
fila,
bettin
like
I′m
eli
With
houston
your
style
in
need
of
boostin
Your
crew
that
need
to
stomp,
no
conk,
you
know
you're
losin
I
put
my
dues
in
so
you
know
it′s
only
right
I
gots
ta
hold
it
down
so
all
my
niggas
hold
tight
(hold
tight
nigga)
Alright
Alright
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Alright
Alright
To
the,
aah,
boom
bang,
my
slang
is
mad
thick
My
rappin
antics'll
keep
em
runnin
fran-tic
The
shit
the
man
kick'll
make
ya
fuckin
ass
sick
I
bring
you
from
the
pit
and
never
quit
cos
it′s
the
krazy
Poppin
all
this
shit
cos
his
rhymers
don′t
amaze
me
It
pays
me
to
rock
it
so
why
not
I
stop
it
I
make
it
by
the
bucket
so
fuck
it,
I
stock
it
It's
just
for
safe
keepin
so
when
I′m
sleepin
I
sleep
safe
I'm
comin
with
my
timbs
in
ya
face
(motherfucker)
Back
in
the
place
I′m
gettin
stupid
in
ya
sector
I
be
the
krazy
drayzie,
nigga
check
the
way
I
wreck
Fuckin
flow
to
final,
motherfuckk
the
title
My
nigga
dj
dice
is
on
the
vinyl
(motherfucker)
That's
my
recital,
kid
I
flipped
it
til
the
end
I
bring
it
from
the
sewer,
here
my
nigga
come
again
The
books
in
reverse
kicks
a
verse
I′m
takin
it
to
ya
face,
I'm
iggity
on
the
case
I
persuit
To
stomp
an
mc
like
grapes
and
then
scrape
em
with
the
boot
I
bring
swing
to
the
ring
like
luke
doover
Diggity-got
land
like
a
cruiser,
pop
duke
he
rip
a
cougar
For
pages,
I
kick
it
raw
til
my
jaw
caves
in
Amazin
and
plus
off-beat
like
caucasians
Me
get
done?
never
son,
I
hold
it
down
for
7-1-a
Where
niggas
fuck
around
and
where
niggas
lay
Ain't
nuttin
slim,
I
got
game
like
tim
hardaway
Fouls
like
the
proudest
so
I′m
labbin
in
RCA
Aw
shit,
I
got
you
buggin,
flippin
that
shit
that
you
lovin
Plus
I
got
another
back
in
the
oven
Some
heard
the
style
and
then
construction
on
it
But
they
just
touching
on
it,
bitch
ass
niggas
ain′t
got
nuttin
for
it
C'mon,
broke
my
blocks
or
I′ll
blow
ya
spot
I
rock
like
that
bald-headed
nigga
on
fox
(So
how
we
do?)
no
shorts
from
niggas
or
they
fuckin
girl
and
(what
you
got?)
More
styles
than
the
last
got
served
(no
doubt)
So
if
you
wit
me
and
you're
higher
than
a
hippie,
hold
tight
Cos
e′rything
gon'
be
aight!
(no
doubt)
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1 Intro (Once Again)
2 No Diggety
3 Knockin' Niggaz Off
4 Here We Go
5 Real Hip-Hop
6 Here It Is
7 Microphone Master
8 40 & A Blunt
9 Buck-Buck
10 Intro
11 Can't Have Nuttin'
12 Alright
13 Hold It Down
14 Dedicated
15 Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
16 Represent The Real (feat. KRS-One)
17 Comin' Thru
18 Hard Core Rap Act
19 Bad News (feat. PMD)
20 Real Hip-Hop (Pete Rock Remix)
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