Feelin Alright

Intro: CL
Yo what up Jas? Get up, come on

Hook: CL
Where your people at, where my people at
Feelin alright, alright, alright, alright
(x2)

Verse 1: CL
Yo, cruising down Main Street rap is right lights is right
Top down, everyone around good times in sight
Friday night baby's set the stage for the ladies (uh)
Turbulous charge we always on like back in the 80's (whoo)
Time to break for some cake and some rum shake
Make no mistake no fee for free I'm the first to take
(Top down boy) cuz we men
You kiddies with small toys back and play fence
So pass the captain, I'm happy to bag by a fraction
Honey likes the movie but loves coming attractions
(Awww yeah) you know my games hard to swallow
The party is tonight and see these thoughts can go till tomorrow (haha)
Yo, you know we both fun
Yeah we get the crowd right, we on the rise with the morning sun
So jump in to drop bottles to pop
Valet, the parking lot, and classic hip hop
Come on

Hook: CL
Where your people at, where my people at
Feelin alright, alright, alright, alright
(x4)

Verse 2: Jas Mace
Uh, yeah, you can put me in any crowd and I'ma rock it (uh)
Make em see the start of these bars they can't stop it
Unique composition competition is none (uh huh)
They be swishing for my diction but they dishes is done
They out of sync, complete like a pass for Tebow (whoo)
But you don't get a pass, kick your ass like Deebo
Another Friday lay low and sea raw
Purple back with a purple tape and purple raps, just like Prince lay down a purple map
Rainy days and legal games but they don't want that (nah)
See me with my people and we probably got a red eye (you know)
Late night lights from Fukuoka to Bed-Stuy
Passports got more stamps than a PO
Relocate to wherever it is the vacation (vacation)
And I'm feelin alright with the windows down (uh)
Music playing always, it's a round sound
Let's go

Hook: CL
Where your people at, where my people at
Feelin alright, alright, alright, alright
(x4)

Verse 3: CL
Uh oh here we come bang your drums party til the cops come
Whistles spice rum acting dum ditty dum dum
Call me uncle CL, aw heck
No jail, tight shave, I'm looking slick as hell can't you tell
We make it happen while some others straight flappin
Got you locked in this joke, until you start tappin
Round two, taking aim for you, I'm seeing right through
I'm coming through I'm dragging this mic, black and blue
The terror I shine in any era, swaggadocios
We real that smoke and mirrors like hocus pocus
The demon, hot tracks boiling steaming
See I'm a nightmare for the underground, wake up and stop dreaming
Let's get this room like boulders, girl on shoulders
Beat bangs like some concrete soldiers
Let's party on up, let's party on down
Yeah, move out the way because we came to get down
Come on

Hook: CL
Where your people at, where my people at
Feelin alright, alright, alright, alright
(x4)