I Got A Right Ta
(专辑: Electric Circus - 2002)
[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]