Brand Nubian - To The Right Lyrics
[grand puba maxwell]Yeah were gonna swing this one to the rightWanna give a shout to my man pos kMy man big daddy, hes coolNow rule mobCheck it outWell honey heres a hickie, pubas not a quickieWhen it comes to skins, God damn Im pickyWho will be the princess to occupy the prince?And if shes less than dope I hope the limos got tintsNow honey, you see this may sound profoundBut let me love you downAnd if Im uptown Im back downtownAll the skins Ive been in I gets no frownsYou see doo-doo mcs, really think they can outlast..I smell gasAs a yungun I was thefty, born as a leftyThe rhymes I drop, somethin more than heftyRoll like a ranger, pubas no strangerFor those who try to diss me - uh-oh, dangerUsed to drink the olde e, coolers, just be goldieWhen I played soccer with the dreads that play goalieHere steps the one thats capable, of slaughterinFor those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderinCause - pubas shit is on stock ockI shape the wig like a woodblockI like to dip dip dive, a benz Im soon to driveI guess you can call this my nine to fiveI send my lust to scoop skins with my skin busterFreak the mind and butt behind and I gots the georgiaBut hang on for a sec!You dont have to worry about the puba gettin wreckCause to me see its more than likelyAnd if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightlyLets take a trip expenses paid money gripDont flake or flam, cause pubas not havin it[derek x/sadat x]Derek x to the rightCmon and clap your hands for zulu nationCmon and clap your hands for zuluCmon and clap your hands for zulu nationCmon and clap your hands for zuluYou see me rock a video and slam shit up on _feels so good_There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I wouldBefore I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule withThis girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the old schoolShe.. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swungBut I made her see stars cause her bell rung(see an uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)No.. im.. not a wife beaterNo.. im.. not a girl cheaterI nipped this problem in the budWith my force from the rule and my man ron.. stud..(word to life!)So give a shout if you know what Im talkin aboutAnd if you dont then brother youre lostI had a boss, traded it in for a horseIt died, I made glue, its no lossIm the boss at my job cause I hire all workersTired of the sob story tear jerkersCompassion, for fashion never seen in our slumsNever sold work, never handled no gemsSo que sera sera as the fat lady singsBut when the bell toll is the song I singTaken up the flights, whether uptown or crown heightsI pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do rightAppear from the rear with my clan, and Im the cave bearRip up the street on my worldwide tearSo loudly my troops, and lets form three groupsWreck time is here, so lets get paid on free loops[lord jamar]Allah jamar to the rightPeace god! (yo knowledge the God) peace god!Youre captivated by the science cause the lessons mathematicalJamar rockin the jam, is an emphaticalY, equal, knowledge bornI go on, although clothes get tornBy weaker cypher men.. cause what came from my penMade em lust, now I mustRush out the back door, in-to the alleyGirls in pursuit, enough to form a rallyI didnt wanna scuff up my brand new ballysSo I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to caliTook the lear jet, dont fear yetComin on your earset!So as I hit program, you know Im gonna slamCause even in my name theres a funky live jamDont eat spam or no types of hamPolite to all women so I say, yes maam!Sniffin a gram aint flam, its kinda weakJamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speakNot down with a frat, no I aint no greek_a message from a blackman_ is what you seek!
