Lletres: K-Rino. 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