Lox - So Right Lyrics
* send corrections to boggmoss@harborcom.net[styles]Catch me in the dirt ? ?In the ? ? porche burning outHead across seas, bout to turn it outComing back home to a furnish houseWe three deep, what? , and we aint get no sleepWe on the next flight, 25 a night, damn rightPlan is to keep the fam tightCopping the vipe and I aint stopping at the lightCant see the dice, ice to brightHeard he with a pretty chick, you a idiotGet a record deal and not take it seriousPlan to make hits for a long periodHell of a living, shit being on televisionBall ima score everytime theres an inningI once had had a mill and its just the beginningEverybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim inChorus:[kelly price]? 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)[sheek]Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up, yo, hey yo, hey yoHey yo before I rock a show I pray to God in a huddleSheek laid back, you know Im bout to bubbleAll yall hate that, tryin to keep me in troubleWe take things serious, yall do it for funCuz when we hit we stick like noodles when then doneInternational despite thee, westcoast beefI blew it down on keenen ivoryWayans, got the all with a grain for the painSo if we conflict you get all in yo brainYou gonna play this like little kids play hoolahoopFrom day til its dark with the fat man scoopNow you spook, you heard lox about to dropPop the top, we got this in a can like pringleHeard one song, now you changing up your singleWhile I mingle, sheek the black man gingleIn a club with two mommies, thats bilangualChorus[jadakiss]Yeah, wha? , wha? , yo yo yo yoNow what yall think we here for? aight thenGet this money, keep it tightened, right whenAll yall thought yall was coming to get usCuz we lost b.i.g., but he still wit usFooled yall ass, yall tools dont blastAll we do is make hot songs and use yall cashI hang my plaques in the bathroomCuz Im sill thinking bout making a hitWhile Im taking a shitPlaya haters be scraping the 6For no reason, that dont even make no senseIm happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tintsIf you want beef, see you at the bad boy cook outGet a new look out, pull your black book outWho you know pal for enough to distribute2.5 and thats just the tributeAnything envolved with benjis we with thatWith the good comes the bad never forget thatChorus to fade
