(+) Now We Lay 'Em Down
[Hook]
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
[Verse 1: Sesta]
It's all good, representing era when
Everything you said was relevant
Where if you didn't do it, but said it you get it like you're magnetic
And now we applaud 'em and give 'em the metal it's-
The original craftsman it's still Larry De Cata until it's up and in front of me politicking and muttering
It's nothing but a bustuggery, past kind of worried me
Never puffed Gary, still my lung kind of spluttery
What's the deal, I won't have a debate
I'm from the deep south city, got the capital A
Save comparisons from back in the days
We kept it better than your marital aids and got busy
Funkoars, how you do it like that? But, Funkoars always did it like that
Perhaps, you need to relax you something better than that my brother
It's either that or we'll need to react, not cool
[Hook]
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
[Verse 2: Trials]
Yeah, I was laid out, stretched on the bedspread (shit!)
Told hexsteph she better get dressed and (quick)
Get the kids out the house, the apocalypse on top of us
One police man for every twenty crooked officers (woop woop)
Hard to get 'em off of us
Even when you lay 'em down in the jail cell custody without a mate around
You're going downtown, talk nice to police
But that goes without saying like I died in my sleep (meh!)
Get it into you, like shell fragments down in Libya
Don't have a cow like it's India
(The Quickening is coming)
Feel the room getting windier
Who's your step daddy, like the one who's picking Mindy up
They call me T-R-I-A-L-S pop your feet up
And take a triple trigger, Mr. Bob Dabalina
'Till the pick it apart I wanna' live in the park
Life's hard motherfucker, try to live in Iraq
[Hook]
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
[Verse 3: Hons]
So, it's 2011, guess I'm all grown up
27 years old, but you know what sucks?
I ain't nothing like society expecting of me
No wife, no kids, and I'm home loan free
Kind of sad that I got no girl at home
No dinner cooked for me, flesh light when I'm horny
But, when I pour in at 4 a.m. stinking of scotch and strippers
Mad, I don't get no scorning
And yeah, me just happy that I came home
And I'm happy he ain't out chasing cars on the main road
We raise a bar cause you all aim low
Sacrifice what you're doing, for the chase the dog
Funkoars, we the illest
Reason why you [?] been pillaged, you ain't want nothing with us now
I came up as a kid down south
So what the fuck have I got to be complaining about?
It's all good
[Hook]
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)
It's all good, is very good
It's all good (it's all good)