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