Lyrics Right On - Dilated Peoples , Tha Alkaholiks
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′s
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
pistol
You
in
the
house
of
brews,
crime
scenes
wit
no
clues
You
walkin′
home
bruised,
confused
wit
no
shoes
You
lose!
'Cuz
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
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
E-Swift
yeah,
the
man,
the
myth
I
pass
the
mic
to
Evidence
for
the
assist
then
I'm
out
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
'Cuz
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
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)
To
my
Dilated
homies
that
be
rippin′
the
mic
(Right
on,
right
on)
Whether
you
writin'
or
ridin',
right
on
Fresh
MC′s
must
write
on
Even
if
you
skateboardin′,
ride
on
Some
of
these
free
stylers
need
to
write
on
like
my
homie
Tash
I
got
my
write
on
late
at
night
burst
a
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'
back
flips
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
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
liquidation
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
To
all
the
homies
locked
up
writin′
home,
write
on
c'mon
(Write
on,
write
on)
Graffiti
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
Where
we
at?
Broadcastin′
live
from
Southern
California
Dilated
Peoples
Represent
wit
tha
Liks
What
1 So May I Introduce To You
2 The Platform
3 No Retreat
4 No Retreat
5 Guaranteed
6 Right On
7 Right On
8 The Main Event
9 Service
10 Ear Drums Pop
11 Years In the Making
12 Annihilation
13 Expanding Man
14 The Last Line of Defense
15 Triple Optics
16 The Shape of Things to Come
17 The Shape of Things to Come
18 Work the Angles
19 Ear Drums Pop (remix)
20 Ear Drums Pop (Remix)
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