so right (rmx)

Lyrics

, catch me in the dirty south, in the red 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 love, so right, it makes me want more, your fault love, so tight, you need 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, if you ain't in it for the money then get out the game, motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name, i been known to have torn shit out the frame, load up the clip and aim test me!, you ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block, i'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block, if you wanna sell a million, bad boy and the roc, you know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your block, and our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock, and the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot, been a villain since i can remember for willing to plot, sell crack, make a million then stop feel me!, yes nigga, jay and l-o-x nigga, this is for you training bra bitches whose chest got bigger, it's on nigga, and the simple fact is, we got this rap shit captive,