Pharrell Williams, Common - I Got a Right Ta lyrics

Yeah, hah, yeah we got it, uh huh

Y'all cats know the abstract
Nigga with a attitude
Pass the booze and let's build on it
I'm rolling in a Cadillac
With the grill fronted
I ain't even smoke no bo but I feel blunted
Yo I'm toking on the freedom
Stepping to the AM cats is toting in the BM
Tell them players I'm the GM
Told my team let me get my
Plays straight and I'ma feed them
They need me like I need them
You see the streets is bleeding
Had a meeting with my mind on
How I can be divine and stay on my grind
I'm grinding until I get blue balls
Every day, same shit, new stall
Don't make me act like where I
Come from cause it's brutal


It's a place that you run
From if you neutral
Hustlers in Volks, customers and smoke
I kiss the sky feeling high off
The stuff that I wrote i wanna

Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high

I'm the only cat in hip hop that
Can go to a thrift shop
Bring that get up to the ghetto and get props
If you gon' get that kick-a-box
Make sure that bitch knock
If you gon' get that Glock
Don't be scared to lick shot
Hip-hop is changing
Y'all want me to stay the same?
Sort of like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game like a scout
Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady
As I turn your lady out i ain't about that
Messing with no other man's woman
Because of jealousy, then a man go under
Understand, a man and his mental
Listening to Joan Mitchell with the
Fan in the window can it be so simple then?
I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands
I want a Rover but I'm thinking long range
I ain't switched over
I just made my own lane
Cause Charlie, I wanna

Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high

I got the right to I got the right to
I got the right to I got the right to
I got the right to I got the right to
I got the right to I got the right to
I wanna

Like a pimp to a hoe, I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck, and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life
He used to bang to "The Light"
I'm trying to do better
I ain't claiming Mr right
I'm a grown man, too old to fist-fight
Stay on point like trick dice
You tweaking like a sound man
You need to switch mics
Soundin' bitch like
I know the block is hot but
We just can't get ice
Want our children's children to sit nice
I sing the song to make the fiend's strong
King Kong ain't got shit on me
I train days to rip emcees
I'm vegan but I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey bar damn chimpanzees
Mobbing through Chi Town so
Feel the breeze yo i wanna

Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high