- Votes:
- Composers:
- Michael Perretta
- Rakaa Taylor
- Eric Brooks
- James A. Robinson
- Ricardo Simth
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- 90ies
- hiphop
- mine
- where its at
 
- See also:
Dilated Peoples - Right On lyrics
[j-ro]
 Back in the days, my pops said "right on"
 (right on, right on)
 All the street poets in the house, write on
 (write on, write on)
 Black people, right on, right one
 (right on, right on)
 All my niggas rollin chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
 (ride on, ride on)
 I still rock the party till the needle starts skippin
 I'm trippin like pippen, spice rum sippin
 We're mentally fastest, head of all our classes
 You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like nasa
 We all up in the house like cocky-roaches
 Snatchin mc's out the game like hockey coaches
 Fuck it, I'll break you down like a bucket
 I like the bass hittin like a ?
 Close encounters of the likwit kind
 I'm sick wit mine, writin rhymes on picket signs
 It's the j-r-o, you didn't know?
 Goin off in your face like a dirty pist-ol
 You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no clues
 You walkin home bruised, confused wit no shoes
 You lose! 'cause you got the dilated blues
 Here's some news, my dj rock the mic and the one's and two's
 And I'm out
 [e-swift]
 And I'm in
 My words are like swords cuttin the paper wit the pen
 Yo, dilated could never be annihilated
 I waited two albums too long , somebody violated
 We migrated to global positioning
 All the dj's listenin, babu mixin it
 *babu cut* "e-swift" yeah, the man, the myth
 I pass the mic to evidence for the assist
 Then I'm ooouuut
 [evidence]
 And I'm in
 My appetite for destruction will eat you up for dinn
 Yo only one meal, get sliced to four courses
 I'd take me serious, collect your man and forces
 I strictly run off select input
 Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot
 'cause you stepped outta bounds without making your rounds
 Now you come to my town
 Ask rak (yo you on deadly ground)
 These last four bars, i'ma heal all my scars
 I'm a underground cat but still like money and cars
 A cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
 Dilated peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on
 [tash]
 My homie king t told me "big tash, right on"
 So i'ma (right on, right on)
 To all my forty-downin homies in the house tonight
 (right on, right on)
 To all the sexy-ass ladies if you feelin alright
 (right on, right on)Dilated Peoples - Right On - http://motolyrics.com/dilated-peoples/right-on-lyrics.html
 To my dilated homies that be rippin the mic
 (right on, right on)
 [j-ro]
 Whether you writin or ridin, right on
 Fresh mc's must write on
 Even if you skateboardin, ride on
 Some of these freestylers need to write on like my homie tash
 [tash]
 I got my write on late at night
 Burst a verse until they flow right
 My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote these lyrics to a strobe light
 I'm tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin out that fast shit
 Your rhymes won't impress me if you said em doin backflips
 I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out nose
 Niggas peepin out the style, hoes peepin the clothes
 A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang
 Likwit crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain
 Rap off the plane while crackin champagne
 Tash for president, you know my campaign
 First things first to get y'all niggas off the street
 You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack beats
 You coulda came to ev, you coulda came to swift
 That's why we escalatin while y'all niggas need a lift
 So give me two secs while I crack this beck's
 And once I drop the mic, my nigga rak is up next
 And I'm out
 [iriscience]
 And I'm in
 I pick it up for everybody in the house that spins
 My name is rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
 Wit data like star trek: the next generation
 It's dilation, fan appreciation
 Connected nationwide, worldwide likwidation
 Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders
 (it's all chips) we only get boo's from bartenders
 Better be sure, aim high, we top gunnin
 When we touch down, we hit the ground runnin
 Feds pull strings and watch me like truman
 But I can't front, I love l.a. like randy newman
 [j-ro]
 To all the homies locked up writin home, write on c'mon
 (write on, write on)
 Grafiti artists around the world, write on c'mon
 (write on, write on)
 To niggas rollin on katanas, quickly ride on c'mon
 (ride on, ride on)
 To all the women out there raisin kids alone
 Right on (right on) right on (right on)
 Yeah!
 "broadcastin live from southern california" [e-swift]
 Where we at?
 "broadcastin live from southern california" *cut up by babs*
 Dilated peoples
 "represent wit tha liks"














