All Right Then Lyrics - King Los

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 

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

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane 

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 

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

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane 

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? 

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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 

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All right then, hah? 

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

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane 

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? 

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? 

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

I fly in that Maserati like Melo go through the lane 

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?