Is Ya Alright - Fun Lovin' Criminals

Yo kid, I’m from your block, yo I took your chain

I took your moms out twice, I put the g in the game

Its been like tangiers, I put the grease in the gears

Left your dad in tears when I boxed his ears

I’m reppin avenue c where the wack catch a slap

I keep my cretin’s crackin and the meatpackers mackin

Puttin things in relief so baby sit in the seat

Never touch the levels just bump the beat

Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch

Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid

From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner

Don’t start no shit.

Hell rain on you

Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch

Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid

From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner

Don’t start no shit.

Hell rain on you

From downtown Brooklyn to the L.E.S

Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright

Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright

All you bottle blonde she-devils out on patrol

You’ll catch a trick real quick, so baby slow your roll

And all you mop-top critics can’t get me down

I count my money first then I beat your ass down

I got the Saville Row suit so fool don’t act cute' cause

Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch

Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid

From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner

Don’t start no shit.

Hell rain on you

Feel the fibe, cop my style on this bitch

Ask the boys downtown, yeah they know this kid

From my babies on the block to the killers on the corner

Don’t start no shit.

Hell rain on you

From downtown Brooklyn to the L.E.S

Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright

If you living

Let me hear it for the city, is ya alright