Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Right, artist - The Lox. Album song Money, Power & Respect, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
So Right |
Catch me in the dirt ?? |
In the ?? |
porche burning out |
Head across seas, bout to turn it out |
Coming back home to a furnish house |
We three deep, what?, and we ain’t get no sleep |
We on the next flight, 25 a night, damn right |
Plan is to keep the fam tight |
Copping the vipe and i ain’t stopping at the light |
Can’t see the dice, ice to bright |
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot |
Get a record deal and not take it serious |
Plan to make hits for a long period |
Hell of a living, shit being on television |
Ball i’ma score everytime there’s an inning |
I once had had a mill and it’s just the beginning |
Everybody want a pool, i need an ocean to swim in |
?your fault?, so right (so right) |
It makes me want more (it makes me want more) |
?your fault?, so tight (so tight) |
You need an encore (give me an encore) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yo Hey yo before i rock a show i pray to god in a huddle |
Sheek laid back, you know i’m bout to bubble |
All ya’ll hate that, tryin to keep me in trouble |
We take things serious, ya’ll do it for fun |
Cuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then done |
International despite thee, westcoast beef |
I blew it down on keenen ivory |
Wayans, got the all with a grain for the pain |
So if we conflict you get all in yo brain |
You gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoop |
From day til it’s dark with the fat man scoop |
Now you spook, you heard lox about to drop |
Pop the top, we got this in a can like pringle |
Heard one song, now you changing up your single |
While i mingle, sheek the black man gingle |
In a club with two mommies, that’s bilangual |
Yeah, wha?, wha?, yo yo yo yo Now what ya’ll think we here for? |
aight then |
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when |
All ya’ll thought ya’ll was coming to get us Cuz we lost b.i.g., but he still wit us Fooled ya’ll ass, ya’ll tools don’t blast |
All we do is make hot songs and use ya’ll cash |
I hang my plaques in the bathroom |
Cuz i’m sill thinking bout making a hit |
While i’m taking a shit |
Playa haters be scraping the 6 |
For no reason, that don’t even make no sense |
I’m happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints |
If you want beef, see you at the bad boy cook out |
Get a new look out, pull your black book out |
Who you know pal for enough to distribute |
2.5 and that’s just the tribute |
Anything envolved with benji’s we with that |
With the good comes the bad never forget that |
Chorus to fade |