So Right Lyrics by Lox, The

So Right Lyrics

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    [styles]
    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

    Chorus:
    [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 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

    Chorus

    [jadakiss]
    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

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