Damn Right lyrics - classified

 - Hello! Come on! Nice to see you, welcome

- How you doing man, this is the place?

- You bet it's the place

- It's a lot older than what the ad said

- Oh it's old; it's real old, a man died in there

- Really?

- Yeah, during the boom; bad handler

- Can we go check it out?

- I ain't never been in there, man; no one ain't. No one been in there since the man died. You wanna check it out? Yeah, I'll give you ten minutes

- Yeah, I wanna go check it out. Take a couple pictures

- You take whatever you want. Do whatever you want in there, I wouldn't go in. You go hear me, don't break anything in there. You hear me? Don't go breaking anything!

Here, here goes another classic (here goes another classic)

Yeah, let's take it back to

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it's God damn right

That's the only way they're gonna hear you

Refreshing it for you

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it's God damn right

Yeah, you're talking that bullshit

That's the only way they're gonna hear you

Yeah, yeah

And yo, straight from the motherfucking field

Everything I do is too real, too ill

Said they want rap shit, gotta give 'em rap shit

Run up in your city with that gritty boombox shit

Yell it to the world, never sleep on me

I'm just tryna wake 'em up with some free coffee

This is what you need, this isn't tongue in cheek

This is that one, two, three

No Sesame Street, but the numbers speak; like, come on

It's going down, I'm 'bout to free fall

I hold it down like a fat kid on a seesaw

I do it bigger than bigger, I do it big y'all

I ate a volume of balls bigger than beach balls

I'm locked and loaded this is for survival

Fuck fame, it killed my idols; Biggie and Michael

And ain't nobody talking making any sense

Like people at the shows still sitting in the stands

Yeah; I bet it all like Pro-Line

I ran it through the goal line, and hit the fucking gold mine

They try to leave me out to dry, hang 'em from the clothesline

But watch me go with Showtime, that's why I pay 'em no mind

Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)

We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right)

Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right)

So here we go (here we go)

Come on, come on

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it's God damn right

That's the only way they're gonna hear you

Refreshing it for you

Let me nibble on your nipple and tickle you 'til you giggle

Baby, I keep it dirty since I was simple and little

I scribble these riddles to spin your head like a swivel

I talk my way out of pickles, you talkin' so superficial

We know it, we know it; I keep it hardcore like parkour

Luke against the Dark Lord like it's Star Wars

I keep it sweating like Rick Ross, flip flops

I took my life into my own hands like criss-cross

Don't even try to correct me (you won't)

Don't even try to understand and dissect me

And keep your mouth shut, you're talking too recklessly

I'm 'bout to cut your lifeline, like a vasectomy

Successfully, I did this domestically

Without any recipe, I kept the integrity

I'm better than I ever been, I'm legend and a gentleman

Pumping like adrenaline, I'm pain relief like medicine

Man, who bumped the damn turntable?

I know you feeling good, but this could quickly turn fatal

Don't ever stop the music when you rocking like this

'Cause you could lose a great thing like 2Pac in Nine-Six

Now let me know if we gotta get in (damn right)

We be busy rocking maybe you're asleep (damn right)

Ain't nobody here ready to leave (damn right)

So here we go (here we go)

Come on, come on

Two turntables and a mic

Wiggity-wiggity whip the microphone; it's God damn right

That's the only way they're gonna hear you

Refreshing it for you

Damn right

Luke, where you at? Luke!

Luke? ... What are you doing man?

I guess their ten minutes is up