I Got a Right Ta Songtext
von Common feat. Pharrell Williams

Y′all cats know the Abstract nigga with the 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 mo' but I feel blunted
Yo, I′m choking 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 place straight and I'mma feed them"
They need me like I need them
See the streets is bleeding, had a meeting with my mind on how I
Could be divine and stay on my grind
I′m grinding until I get blue balls
Everyday, 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 and votes, 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 spit
I got the right to feel high


I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
I′m the only cat in hip-hop that could go to a thrift shop
Bring that get-up to the ghetto and get props
If you gon' get that kick or 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 and say, "Turn your lady out"
I ain′t about that, messing with no other man's woman
Cause of jealousy, many men 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 I′m on a
I wanna ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spit
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high
Like a pimp to a ho, I connect to the track
I feel it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said I 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
Sounding 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 a song to make the fiends strong
King Kong ain′t got shit on me
I train days to rip MC's
I′m vegan but I still gotta get that cheese
You on some monkey ball, damn chimpanzees
Mobb and Do Chi-town, so feel the breeze
Yo, I'm on a
I wanna ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high and let the chrome spit
I got the right to feel high
I got the right to feel high