paroles de chanson Sho Ya Right! - Backbone , Killer Mike
Hey,
hey,
stay
sharp
as
fuck
Tell
'em,
get
that
right
and
straighten
that
up
Fat
Face,
the
man
of
hundred
grand
Work
the
mic
with
precise
precision,
knahmsayin'?
At
36,
on
the
bean,
come
clean
I'll
bring
you
the
whole
thing
for
18
They
look
to
Back
for
the
word
on
the
street
You
see
him
smilin',
count
eight
gold
teeth
You
see
it,
he
keep
the
brim
broke
slightly
Killin'
'em
with
the
one
that
roll
tightly
Floppin'
in
the
M-6
deuce
The
A-T
go
and
then
he
do
too
Baby,
I
tell
it
like
it
T
I
S
I'll
stand
right
here
and
sho'
stop
ya
career
Call
him,
H2O,
ice-cold
water
Just
like
that
there,
in
that
particular
order
Uhh,
school
these
young
Gs
on
the
concrete
Fall
off
and
be
back
on
in
one
week
He
keep
his
clothes
crease
crisp
out
the
cleaners
Did
court
subpoenas
on
some
simple
misdemeanors
They
ain't
got
nothin'
on
me
'Cuz
he
threw
my
light
right
not
to
be
Wham,
uhh,
wham,
see
'em
hittin'
me
Y'all
hold
it
down,
I'll
be
back
through
here
in
a
minute
(Sho
ya
right)
We
serve
it
raw
or
ready
to
chop
(Sho
ya
right)
You
get
every
damn
gram
straight
dropped
(Sho
ya
right)
Cook
chickens,
no
sizzle,
no
pop
(Sho
ya
right)
Or
better,
when
you
ready
to
shop
(Sho
ya
right)
We
serve
it
raw
or
ready
to
chop
(Sho
ya
right)
You
get
every
damn
gram
straight
dropped
(Sho
ya
right)
Cook
chickens,
no
sizzle,
no
pop
(Sho
ya
right)
Or
better,
when
you
ready
to
shop
(Sho
ya
right)
We
old
school,
walk
the
dog
out
the
yard
We
play
the
curse,
serve
it
hard
on
the
'vard
You
know
the
number
'fore
ya
even
went
seen
shorty
The
automatic
beast,
keep
him
off
me
Shit,
holla
at
me,
y'all
know
ya
know
me
Ya
drunk
with
them
1600
DSOPs
(Be
dat)
We
bake
bread
by
the
loaf
Smoke
ya
dro
down
to
a
roach
Let
'em
know,
this
here,
fisher
from
the
do'
Ya
already
know,
exactly
how
it
goes
SWAT's
in
trees,
DF
one
G,
da
pure
emcee
What's
happenin'?
What's
happenin'?
What's
happenin'?
Organ
No-I-Z,
keep
ya
motherf***
trunk
valid
Tell
'em,
it's
goin'
down
this
evening
Keep
it
jumpin'
like
Sunday,
go
to
meeting
Uh,
uh,
it
don't
stop,
it
don't
quit
It
get
down
to
the
nitty-grit
That
brand
new
out
the
box
I
ain't
in
them,
swear
to
make
'em
call
the
cops
I
walk
a
path,
play
the
cut,
lil'
girl
shake
her
butt
Ay,
ay,
ay,
now
party
people,
if
ya
wit
me,
say
(Sho
ya
right)
We
serve
it
raw
or
ready
to
chop
(Sho
ya
right)
You
get
every
damn
gram
straight
dropped
(Sho
ya
right)
Cook
chickens,
no
sizzle,
no
pop
(Sho
ya
right)
Or
better,
when
you
ready
to
shop
(Sho
ya
right)
We
serve
it
raw
or
ready
to
chop
(Sho
ya
right)
You
get
every
damn
gram
straight
dropped
(Sho
ya
right)
Cook
chickens,
no
sizzle,
no
pop
(Sho
ya
right)
Or
better,
when
you
ready
to
shop
(Sho
ya
right)
Sho
ya
right
Sho
ya
right
Sho
ya
right
Album
Concrete Law
1 Intro
2 WheatSkraw Outro
3 Like This
4 Lord Have Mercy
5 Dungeon Ratz
6 Sho Ya Right!
7 Yes Yes Y'all
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