Okay, Alright — текст песни (Pacewon)

{*phone rings*}
Hello is Pacewon home?
No he`s not in right now
Check it out now y`all

[Chorus]
OKAY! ALRIGHT!
OKAY! ALRIGHT!
... GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!
All we need is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!
All we want is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!
All we see is - GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!

[Pacewon]
Grimy chicks buy me kicks
I came in the door in ninety-six
There was a lot of good MC`s, but where they at now?
Did they travel overseas and die from Mad Cow?
Or was it lyrics, chumps couldn`t deliver it
Instead of actin they age, they actin ignorant
So insignificant rhymes I don`t consider it
You`re illiterate, loud and belligerent
I`m the king of bustin off in ya
Could tell ya how I feel with just one finger
Drop it on wax, without bein vulgar
Send a message out to the culture
Let `em all know I`m a pro but I do carry arms
Hit your vest hard as Barry Bonds
Handle my gat like a lady, slugs is bisexual
You`ll catch one and your girl die next to you

[Chorus]

[Pacewon]
I`m out to make a profit I got dough in the pocket
I toss it up like it`s really no object
I get pussy when I want like Big, name spreadin like gossip
One rhyme could get you higher than chronic
I got friends that`s Islamic like Chi Smoke and DJ Muhammad
They religious but they shifty as Onyx
And we speak in ebonics, roll dice and we drink `til we vomit
Throw a rocket in the Eagle and cock it
Watch it break down the sonic barrier more quick than a comet
Females gettin hit in the bonnet
Led laced dark eyes pale face like them bitches is Gaelic
The grim reaper done made a deposit, if you want it you got it
Here it is, plug me into your socket
Like a slug go into a glock clip, I rock shit
Straight for the burbs just as well as the projects
Not just for the economics bitch, we keep it..

[Chorus]

{*sample scratched - Get on down! while female talks*}

[Pacewon]
I decorate my house and car with kitty litter
Pretty nigga, city slicker
Roll up in a GS3, ESP
I could read your mind, don`t BS me pa
You think you thinkin what I`m thinkin but I`m thinkin
beat you in the motherfuckin head until my rhyme sink in
Do the damn thing baby, let it rip
This is all etiquette, and I`m gettin better kid
Cause now I seperate the subject from the predicate
The words is all edited, the verbal brawl never quits
You cocksuckin son of a nice woman
Bring your lil` rhymes and I eat `em like rice pudding
My rhymes, I throw `em like Dwight Gooden
You driveby pullin, you just might couldn`t
I play your tape, but it sounds the same
So I threw it in the sink and rinsed it down the drain
Little trick

[Chorus]