Turn Right

Late night, coming from da Bricks in nine six,

Mississippi, Hopkin Street, turn right down Dale bitch,

And keep rolling, pass a couple 4 ways,

Pass in front Dat graveyard, I cross my heart like 4 ways,

In da name of the father, da son and spirit amen,

I thought I saw a ghost, so I said a thousand amen,

Living like da cavemen, pops a rolling stone,

Wherever I lay my hat at, No dat ain't my home,

I just come tah lay my bone fuck da kissing through da phone,

Imma fuck ya like a dog from da back my dick keep growing,

Nah it's on like pecan after I fucked, I left her lone

Got da ass den I dashed before her man made it home,

I passed Menard brothers, I don't shop in there no more,

Dat mutha fucka been stink since dem Asians brought dat store,

Where Dale intersect put some respect by dat 4 light,

Meet me in King Circle down Angie Street turn Right turn off da lights,

Shhhhhh be silent, tonight is the night that we ride,

We running stop signs and red lights (run it),

Shhhhhh be silent, tonight is the night that we ride,

We running stop signs and red lights (run it),

Shhhhhh be silent, tonight is the night that we ride,

Pass Menard brothers then turn right,

Shhhhhh be silent, tonight is the night that we ride,

Pass dem Carters then you turn right,

Meet me at my mama house, turn right,

Pass bout six houses, then turn right,

Study long study wrong play ya bone its ya turn right,

Go get da beer from out da cooler it's ya turn right,

Turn right, turn right,

Pull up on me bitch come get cha mind right,

Turn right, turn right,

Pull up tah empty lot and turn right,

If you concerned in dis district, dis what cha do,

Get in contact with your city councilman Sho-Do,

King Circle, dats where I'm from,

Pick ya fist up nigga and put down dat gun,

Dat goes fa any and Errbody who somebody son,

Turn right you turn left ya life could be done,

Penitentiary graveyard chances dat we take,