Testo It's All Right - Guerilla Black
Testo della canzone It's All Right (Guerilla Black), tratta dall'album Guerilla City
Etes-vous prêt pour la nouvelle sensation de la côte ouest?
Il va déchirer le monde. C'est trop tard maintenant
Vous pouvez pas l'arrêter. Il est là. Son nom, Korey Black
It's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
I say it's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
Well I'm Guerilla Black the one they talkin about
With a fresh throw away and some dope in my mouth
Just tryin to make a livin
CPT, hard times, that's a given
Flee from the D's and stars or go to prison
No not me
I hope that be, I don't have to sell dope to fiends
I got another plan, I got another plot
I got some more grams, I got another spot
Where we can put it, pull out the drawers and cook it
I got my enemies on shooken
Only way I handle the.38 and work the weight
I got a stash if they search the place
Move up, or move out the way
You just stand back and do as I say
No, you don't need to know why they call me hustle man
If you shortstop my money watch me touch you man
It's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
I say it's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
You don't really really want it, you don't want it
You don't really really want it, you don't want it with us
No, with us, no
You don't really really want it, you don't want it
You don't really really want it, you don't want it with us
No, with us, no
It's been a long time, I shoulda left you
In a ditch half dead, for cops to help you
I got a nephew, it's called a.40 cal
I got five shots that'll slow you down
Ask around whose compounds best
Drinkin Schlitz Malt Liquor trey pound in the vest
Way down in the nest I got a nice stash
Get too close, watch your ass see a bright flash
Aight man, I gave you fair warnin
I promise you won't breathe air, see the mornin
Load, cock and squeeze with them hollows
Smoke lots of weed, that's my motto
I hope you got a good relationship with your maker
Shoot you in Compton, watch 'em find you in Jamaica
Double the paper, I'm lovin the odds, huh
20 To 1, I'm takin it all dog
It's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
I say it's alright
If these fools keep trippin we gon' start a fight
And then take it outside
Puttin heat to the car and I'm ready to die
You don't really really want it, you don't want it
You don't really really want it, you don't want it with us
No, with us, no
You don't really really want it, you don't want it
You don't really really want it, you don't want it with us
No, with us, no
Oui, c'est bien lui. Vous venez d'être témoin du
Phénomène. Je vous avais prévenu, vous pouvez plus nier
L'ouest à présent. N'oubliez pas son nom: Korey Black
Credits
Writer(s): Ray Charles
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