Everythang's Alright

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 1:]

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 M.L.K. 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 be on they mixtape man you know I got a CD 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

[Chorus:]

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

[Verse 2:]

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

[Chorus:]

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