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Common - I Got A Right Ta Lyrics |
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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]
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