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It's All Good Lyricsby MC Hammer Buy album CD: Other Songs CAN - L It's all good - Hammer 1994 (Hey...) (It's all good) (It's all good) Y'all ready for this? (Uh huh, it's all...) (Hey...) (It's all good) Y'all ready for this? (Uh huh, it's all good) Now this ain't the name calling game See, I can refrain from using names to get paid Since I'm known to creatin kinds of beats that make your rump shake Records are great, But now let's set the record straight (They thought you was a sellout) I'm sellin' out tours cause sellin' CD's, I'm the one M. B. You wanna beat the G, I beat you like hizzos In the backseat of my caddy you'll be callin' the Hammer daddy I'll work you like a slave, Misbehavin' you were gonna, Pay tax on? my brothers soul Hit the streets cornered? And I refuse to forget that alright you talked tough But face to face was a just a trick, bro They put me in the mix, Too legit to quit I came wit' a long list of it And in the future you'll find me on the billboard Or on the floor of the sign receiving music awards And it's all good. (Hey...) (It's all good) Y'all ready for this? (Uh huh, it's all...) (Hey...) (It's all good) Y'all ready for this? (Uh huh) It's all good! The talk you been talkin', To talk that talk, You gotta walk that walk. Or the Hammer man's stalkin', So enter the dragon And once you burned up, Those? caught in dissin my bandwagon. Suckers, read billboard and weep, You in the hot seat where I'm from talk is cheap And when I see ya, The styles you wrote man A mean left hook took ya out, And it came from Oakland. Check it, You punks don't know me A true O.G. Yo, I was runnin" the whole scene You started talking all that mess But I'm callin" your bluff trick I thought you new And boy you still can't touch, this It's better than the average, bro. I'm not the average Joe, With the average flow. Yo I can still do things That you wish you could. You're talkin' all that lip, But I don't even trip, 'Cause it's all good. Chorus I'm fed up, So now I gotta set 'em up. Knock em till I never, never ever let 'em up. But like a trick he might kick I'll be prepared to red 'em up. However, if you wanna slang em, Then we can get 'em up. Black sheep you're weak you're meek You're tryin' to grow feet, ? I make ya look head But first, I'm a get your teeth Talkin' about my mama's where I draw the line red Dancin' with the corners of yo dome I'm a blow your mind, So! Since I'm not the one who could be I'll I feel the need say 'you wanna be' you gotta be real. Cause if ya ever come my way like I used to say, Homeboy you better pray just to make it today. I know what it is The ratta tat piece of corny rhymes you keep sayin we don't find worth playin I don't feel like I'm a gangsta so you claim that I'm a sellout When we meet up on the street, then we'll see who bail out. And it's all good. Chorus
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