Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sho Ya Right , by - Backbone. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sho Ya Right |
| Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck |
| Tell 'em, get that right and straighten that up |
| Fat Face, the man of hundred grand |
| Work the mic with precise precision, knahmsayin'? |
| At 36, on the bean, come clean |
| I’ll bring you the whole thing for 18 |
| They look to Back for the word on the street |
| You see him smilin', count eight gold teeth |
| You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly |
| Killin' 'em with the one that roll tightly |
| Floppin' in the M-6 deuce |
| The A-T go and then he do too |
| Baby, I tell it like it T I S |
| I’ll stand right here and sho' stop ya career |
| Call him, H2O, ice-cold water |
| Just like that there, in that particular order |
| Uhh, school these young Gs on the concrete |
| Fall off and be back on in one week |
| He keep his clothes crease crisp out the cleaners |
| Did court subpoenas on some simple misdemeanors |
| They ain’t got nothin' on me |
| 'Cuz he threw my light right not to be |
| Wham, uhh, wham, see 'em hittin' me |
| Y’all hold it down, I’ll be back through here in a minute |
| (Sho ya right) |
| We serve it raw or ready to chop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| You get every damn gram straight dropped |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Or better, when you ready to shop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| We serve it raw or ready to chop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| You get every damn gram straight dropped |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Or better, when you ready to shop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| We old school, walk the dog out the yard |
| We play the curse, serve it hard on the 'vard |
| You know the number 'fore ya even went seen shorty |
| The automatic beast, keep him off me |
| Shit, holla at me, y’all know ya know me |
| Ya drunk with them 1600 DSOPs |
| (Be dat) |
| We bake bread by the loaf |
| Smoke ya dro down to a roach |
| Let 'em know, this here, fisher from the do' |
| Ya already know, exactly how it goes |
| SWAT’s in trees, DF one G, da pure emcee |
| What’s happenin'? |
| What’s happenin'? |
| What’s happenin'? |
| Organ No-I-Z, keep ya motherf*** trunk valid |
| Tell 'em, it’s goin' down this evening |
| Keep it jumpin' like Sunday, go to meeting |
| Uh, uh, it don’t stop, it don’t quit |
| It get down to the nitty-grit |
| That brand new out the box |
| I ain’t in them, swear to make 'em call the cops |
| I walk a path, play the cut, lil' girl shake her butt |
| Ay, ay, ay, now party people, if ya wit me, say |
| (Sho ya right) |
| We serve it raw or ready to chop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| You get every damn gram straight dropped |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Or better, when you ready to shop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| We serve it raw or ready to chop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| You get every damn gram straight dropped |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Or better, when you ready to shop |
| (Sho ya right) |
| Sho ya right |
| Sho ya right |
| Sho ya right |