It’s Got To Be Right
(C. Wyman, T. Harris, M. Jordan)

Intro/cootdog:
Just throw your drinks in the air
And Spill ‘em on people like you don’t care
And if you know you’re a drunk and you like to smoke skunk
Somebody Scream “Hell Yeah”
Chorus/Nikki:
Its got to be right, if the music is hype
Then the Dj is playin my song
And if its ladies night, and I’m feelin alright
Then I’m doin it all night long
MJ:
I got the rhymes that’ll make your spine
Collapse, perhaps, my raps attack on wax
Kickin the facts
About expertise, can’t fuck wit these
Mc’s ya see, most definitely we
The Dopest muthafuckas around and we know that
Cali down with this hip-hop sound is so fat
Us pull jacks, no never, we too clever
Better off stayin legit, makin hits and much
Cheddar in our pockets I rock it well
Later at the Hotel make a Hoe tell
All of her friends about all of our ends,
Baby girl wants to ride with us well it depends
Cause we be some rappin ass playas
Cutting and weavin like Gayle Sayers for the Bears
Say ya prayers, take some Bayer
Its lights out, sleep tight
Put you in a coma cause I rap so tight
Don’t fright, don’t be scared it’s simple and painless
Their raps are aimless, but mine make me famous
I’m shameless, never stayin level getting higher
A devil has his fire, a king you call him sire
Never tired never runnin out, always stayin steady
Keep it goin and goin and goin like an Eveready. WHAT?
Cootdog. Where you from fool?
Cootdog:
In the county where I’m from it aint no joke
Most be rich but I be broke
Scrapin pipes of resin just to smoke
I hope I don’t get crazy
And caught up in the rapture
Loose my mind like Martin
Grab a nine and go and blast ya
But I have to
Calm my nerves
Cause when I’m swerved I fight Fuck or flow freak funk or flip verbs
Swerve, daydreaming like bout’ when I’ll be a rap star
Missed the red-light and…
Wrecked my last car
But ain’t no trippin, that’s gonna keep me out of trouble
Cash insurance and watch my studio just bubble…
Chorus/Nikki:
It’s got to be right if the music is hype
Then the Dj is playing my song
And if its ladies night, and I’m feeling all right
Then I’m doing it all night long
Dirty Biz:
Wassup kid I’m down to do you like your pops did
Drop your pants to your anklet
Take that ass and spank it
Yank it like a chain that I got around your neck
Demand respect use my lyrics to keep you in check
Because these Mc’s drops to they knees
When they hear what I say cause its so crazy
I amaze thee, with every lyric I spit
Watching you get, hot cause you can rhyme like it
I just might hit yall with three bombs
Break the calm
Attack like a swarm
Dj’s sound the alarm
Lights is blazing
Hear the call to all that flow
Watch the crowd let you know like you in the Apollo
I go last, so I can whoop all yalls ass
Smoke you like grass make the crowd want my autograph
It’s the aftermath. Yall chose the wrong path
Now I got your tombstone and wrote your own epitaph
Cootdog:
Eyes low skunk and Thai fo survival
Time 4 twamp on the dot
So lets ride folk
Hollow bowl in pipe and that’s glass
Puff puff pass I need another hit of hash
Diggin in my stash speech slurred eyes low
Fool you ain’t know how much herb I choke
I got four mo shows this week and plus school
The steelo in Chico where we go is cool
Booties shakin earthquakin on the spot
Cootdog get you higher than Hale Bop
Give me a mic I’ll make your whole party say
We like to smoke out every day
Chorus/Nikki:
It’s got to be right if the music is hype
Then the Dj is playin my song
And if its ladies night, and I’m feelin all right
Then I’m doin it all night long
(X2)