Lyric I Got A Right Ta
[Common]
Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on
Y all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude
Pass the booze, and let s build on it
I m rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted
I ain t even smoke no mo but I feel blunted
Yo I m tokin on the freedom
Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M.
Tell the players I m the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, I ma feed them
They need me like I need them
See the streets is bleedin
Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and
Stay on my climb
I m grind - ing, til I get blue balls
Everyday, same shit new star
Don t make me act like where I come from because he grew tall
There s a place that to run from it if you neu - tral
Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote
[Chorus (x2)]
I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel hood
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel hood
I got the right to feel high
[Common]
I m the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props
If you gonna get that kick-a-box
Make sure that ? not
If you gonna get that glock don t be scared to big shot
Hip Hop is changin, y all want me to stay the same?
Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game like a scout
Ayo, I m bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out
I ain t about that
Messing with no other man s women
Because of jealousy then a man go under
Understand a man and his mental
Listening to Joan Mitchell
With the fan and the window
Can it be so simple then?
I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands
I want a Rover, but I m thinking long range
I ain t switch over, I just made my own lane
[Chorus]
[Common]
Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light
I m trying to do better
I ain t claiming Mister Right
I m a grown man, I m too old to fist-fight
I stay on point like trick dice
Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike
Sounding bitch like
I know the block is hot, but we just can t get ice
When our children s children sit nice?
I sing the song to make the fiend s strong
King Kong ain t got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees, I m peaking
But I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees
Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo
[Chorus]
Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on
Y all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude
Pass the booze, and let s build on it
I m rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted
I ain t even smoke no mo but I feel blunted
Yo I m tokin on the freedom
Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M.
Tell the players I m the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, I ma feed them
They need me like I need them
See the streets is bleedin
Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and
Stay on my climb
I m grind - ing, til I get blue balls
Everyday, same shit new star
Don t make me act like where I come from because he grew tall
There s a place that to run from it if you neu - tral
Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote
[Chorus (x2)]
I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed
Keep my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel hood
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel hood
I got the right to feel high
[Common]
I m the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props
If you gonna get that kick-a-box
Make sure that ? not
If you gonna get that glock don t be scared to big shot
Hip Hop is changin, y all want me to stay the same?
Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game like a scout
Ayo, I m bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out
I ain t about that
Messing with no other man s women
Because of jealousy then a man go under
Understand a man and his mental
Listening to Joan Mitchell
With the fan and the window
Can it be so simple then?
I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands
I want a Rover, but I m thinking long range
I ain t switch over, I just made my own lane
[Chorus]
[Common]
Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light
I m trying to do better
I ain t claiming Mister Right
I m a grown man, I m too old to fist-fight
I stay on point like trick dice
Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike
Sounding bitch like
I know the block is hot, but we just can t get ice
When our children s children sit nice?
I sing the song to make the fiend s strong
King Kong ain t got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees, I m peaking
But I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees
Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo
[Chorus]
