All Right Then lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. King Los)

[Intro:]

I got ghetto dope in my vein, I got yellow rope on my...

I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain

[Bridge:]

I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane

[Hook:]

I say fuck these niggas and what they say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

Fuck these niggas and what they say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

[Bridge:]

I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane

[Hook:]

I say fuck these niggas and what I say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

Fuck these niggas and what they say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

All right then, all right then

All right then, hah?

[Verse 1:]

Melo go through the lane, we men all do the same

That one McLaren with a seat in the middle now

Raised with the killa can while you playin mad man

Ain't no superhero here but the X-Men

Everybody lookin for survival so they are so

The man that hold 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 yo mother can love you

Motherfuckers that buck you over them green bags

Subtracting crème's the method, I'm method over the clean trap

It was shock when they shot my father, the shock was on em

Was hoppin off em and onto me is a prophet, recall it

When I landed in the land of glory I was barely ten

I was raised in a hut with them barbarians

Burner hear my bubble good, shootin from the project roof

Papa was a preacher, I was bishop cause I had the juice

Real talk when I rode gone til November

It's cause if Baltimore that murdered my nigga in November

All right then, hah?

[Bridge: x2]

I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane

[Hook:]

I say fuck these niggas and what I say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

Fuck these niggas and what they say

You don't know me, pretend to know me

All right then, all right then, hah?

[Verse 2:]

It's the author, unorthodox

Orthodoxin the water, no culture shop

You ain't strapped, you a hold the top

I holt the top 'cause the bottom comin

Got em runnin, call the cops

I'm callin shots like tech whistles

Fuck you like groupie tex, detects missiles that be technical

Ya'll niggas is ho oh oh oh oh oh

Fuck em, we flippin bundles, them bitches tumble like

Gold medal winners, gold medal in em, boy we stretch em

When we catch him it's like he caught a cold

'Cause he get a coffee, never speak on it cold

Never geek on yo niggas and never creep with a ho

That be exactly how they found you, just a creep and a ho

My niggas be quick to pull them litres, leave you leakin for dough

All right then, all right then, hah?

[Bridge: x2]

I got ghetto dope in my vein, yellow gold on my chain

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane

[Verse 3:]

Pour some liquor 'cause the good die young

Banana clipped up but he sure young

Welcome to the jungle where they treat us like we animals

Haiti, the Bitstock chronicles

Murder murder – that's what you hear when they pull up in the middle of the night

When they ready for the stick up

Hiccup hiccup hiccups, you ain't bout the rubber grip

If you only had 3, why would one be a death wish

This is the truth but I said this before

Whether I'm in Haiti or Baltimore

Import more shooters who run through yo door

And it'll be yo body lyin on the floor

Out in the mob, they go through your organ

In the church they play the organ

C-c-c-c-ca-cry-cry-crows-crows fly fly

It's 5 o'clock, do you know?

You kids, ha-have you been notified-fied-fied

All right then, all right then

All right then, hah?

All right then, all right then

All right then, hah?