To The Right Lyrics

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To The Right Lyrics

[Grand Puba Maxwell]

Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right

Wanna give a shout to my man Pos K

My man Big Daddy, he's cool

Now Rule Mob

Check it out



Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie

When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky

Who will be the princess to occupy the prince?

And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints

Now honey, you see this may sound profound

but LET ME LOVE YOU DOWN

And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown

All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns

You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast..

I smell gas

As a yung'un I was thefty, born as a lefty

The rhymes I drop, somethin more than hefty

Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger

For those who try to diss me - uh-oh, danger

Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie

When I played soccer with the dreads that play goalie

Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin

For those who wanna bite get the catalogue, start orderin

cause - Puba's shit is on stock Ock

I shape the wig like a woodblock

I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive

I guess you can call this my nine to five

I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster

Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia

But hang on for a sec!

You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin wreck

Cause to me see it's more than likely

And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly

Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip

Don't flake or flam, cause Puba's not HAVIN IT



[Derek X/Sadat X]

Derek X to the right

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu



You see me rock a video and slam shit up on _Feels So Good_

There was no doubt about it, cause I knew that I would

Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with

This girl done tried to cram cause she was down with the OLD SCHOOL

She.. smacked me, attacked me, harassed me til I swung

But I made her see stars cause her bell rung

(See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl!)

No.. I'm.. not a wife beater

No.. I'm.. not a girl cheater

I nipped this problem in the bud

with my force from the Rule and my man Ron.. Stud..

(Word to life!)

So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin about

And if you don't then brother you're lost

I had a boss, traded it in for a horse

It died, I made glue, it's no loss

I'm the boss at my job cause I hire all workers

Tired of the sob story tear jerkers

Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums

Never sold work, never handled no gems

So que sera sera as the fat lady sings

But when the bell toll is the song I sing

Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights

I pound a bunch of you after lunch cause I do right

Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear

Rip up the street on my worldwide tear

So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups

Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops



[Lord Jamar]

Allah Jamar to the right

Peace God!  (Yo knowledge the God)  Peace God!



You're captivated by the science cause the lesson's mathematical

Jamar rockin the jam, is an emphatical

Y, equal, Knowledge Born

I go on, although clothes get torn

by weaker Cypher men.. cause what came from my pen

made 'em lust, now I must

Rush out the back door, in-to the alley

Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally

I didn't wanna scuff up my brand new Bally's

So I made a quick dip, like I was goin back to Cali

Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet

Comin on your earset!

So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam

Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam"

Don't eat Spam or no types of ham

Polite to all women so I say, "Yes ma'am!"

Sniffin a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak

Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak

Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek

_A Message From a Blackman_ is what you seek!