So Right Remix Lyrics

So Right Remix lyrics

featuring Jay-Z, Kelly Price  

  

 Verse One: Styles  

  

 Catch me in the Dirty South  

 In the red 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 love, so right (so right)  

 It makes me want more (it makes me want more)  

 Your fault love, so tight (so tight)  

 You need an encore (give me an encore)  

  

 Verse Two: Sheek Luchion  

  

 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  

  

 Verse Three: 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  

  

 Verse Four: Jay-Z  

  

 If you ain't in it for the money then get out the game  

 Motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name  

 I been known to have torn shit out the frame  

 Load up the clip and aim TEST ME!  

 You ain't in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block  

 I'll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block  

 If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc  

 You know we come through with the gleam shit blinding your block  

 And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock  

 And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot  

 Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot  

 Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!  

 Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X nigga  

 This is for you training bra bitches whose chest got bigger  

 It's on nigga, and the simple fact is  

 We got this rap shit captive  

  

 Chorus to fade