Dilated Peoples, Tha Alkaholiks - Right On lyrics

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! Cuz you got the Dilated blues
Here's some news
My DJ rock the mic and the ones and twos
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 DJs listenin, Babu mix it in
Babu Cut "E-Swift" yeah, the man, the myth
I pass the mic to Evidence for the assist
Then I'm ooouuut

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'mma 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'mma (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 freestylers need to write
On like my homie 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 clique be off the chain
Rap off the brain while crackin' champagne
Tash for president, you know my campaign
First things first to get ya'll
Niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you
Caught wit wack beats you coulda came to Ev
You coulda came to Swift
That's why we Escaladin while ya'll
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 Likwidation
Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders
(It's all cheers) We only
Get boos 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 LA like Randy Newman

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!

Where we at?
"Broadcastin live from Southern California"
Cut up by Babs dilated Peoples
"Represent wit Tha Liks"