Alright

Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'
Something real smooth, haha
You can just ride to it
Tell me how you feel
Here we go

Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
I tell 'em Mr. Gill, Danny Mac, hold tight
I tell 'em Kris Kross, everything is alright
I'm comin' out the place and you're feelin' alright
You're comin' out the place and you hold your girl tight
I tell 'em Mr. Cop, he my DJ tonight
So hold tight, tight, and everything is alright

The day seems nice and bright and everything was feelin' right
I went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight
I was locked out, Kris Kross, shorts and khaki
And lookin' and feelin' like nothin' but maxi
The bell rang and I got my dash
Feelin' good because it was the last day of school and I passed
No mugs grippin' so me and my mum went dippin'
To celebrate the fact that I wasn't slippin'
The downtown scene was packed
People screamin' from their broads to my broads, we the macks
I says I am what I am and soon will be
They yelled "she the simp" and they were tryin' to get to me
Cool, but this ain't no play
That the reason why we are who we are to this very day
And all this love keeps me and Kris high
As long as we give some love back everything's alright

Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
I tell 'em Mr. Gill, Danny Mac, hold tight
I tell 'em Kris Kross, everything is alright
I'm comin' out the place and you're feelin' alright
You're comin' out the place and you hold your girl tight
I tell 'em Mr. Cop, he my DJ tonight
So hold tight, tight, and everything is alright

Yeah, everything feels alright when I'm rollin' through my hood
And I see the one that used to do the dirt that's hurt good
Little kids tryin' to be like me
With the braids, the shades, some pants and some Nike's and jeans
And gettin' more redder than the reddest
Sayin' "I'm your number one fan, could you write me back, man?" (Yes!)
I try not to pass down the autograph
I try to do as many as I can
And now it feels good when I'm rollin' through my hood
And ain't nobody dissin', say "That nigga thinks he is too good"
'Cause I'm down like all blacks out
Just a little nappy-headed kid from the Bronx
Showin' I can do right and not do wrong
The rappers and the Bee Gees are comin' up strong, yeah
We ain't got no love for the other side
We only love those that love us back, right?

Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, tell me if you hold tight
I tell 'em Mr. Gill, Danny Mac, hold tight
I tell 'em Kris Kross, everything is alright
I'm comin' out the place and you're feelin' alright
You're comin' out the place and you hold your girl tight
I tell 'em Mr. Cop, he my DJ tonight
So hold tight, tight, and everything is alright

Now people seem to think what I do is a blast
'Cause I'm always on the road and I'm makin' some cash
But they don't know (really know) the pressure it is
For some kids tryin' to make it in this here biz
Early morning interviews, then we step to school
Step from school back to interviews and it's on to other dues
So warm it up, Kris
I said you warm it up, Kris (That's what I was gonna do)
Now throw your hands in the air and wave them side to side
If the feelin' that you're feelin' is the feelin' that's right
See I ain't came out wack, I came out white
Unlike those moles that chose to pass the mic
It's the Daddy Mac (big baby)
And the game is real, but you wanna diss
'Cause a nigga sold a couple (Look here)
You can't say nothin' if you're last in line
So when you diss it just lets me know I'm on your mind
And it's alright

Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
Hold tight, hold tight, every posse hold tight
Don't matter if you're black and it don't matter if you're white
Just comin' out the house and make we all unite
I tell 'em Kris Kross and them a dub on the mic
And we dance to the mornin' light
I tell 'em Kris Kross, how the fuck could we ever
Dance until the daylight
You go down at the place and you hold her tight
And dance to the people's voice
I tell 'em Kris Kross, them a feel on the mic
And score, 'cause the vibes is right
I tell 'em we no yet pon the mic yet, hehehe

How you don't stop, how you don't stop, a-check it, yeah
How you don't stop, how you don't stop, a-check it, yeah
How you don't stop, how you don't stop, a-check it, yeah
How you don't stop, how you don't stop, a-check it, yeah