To The Right Lyrics - One For All - Brand Nubian

Yeah we're gonna swing this one to the right 

Want to give a shout to my man Pos K 

My man Big Daddy, he's cool 

Now Rule Mob 

Check it out 

Well honey here's a hickie, Puba's not a quickie 

When it comes to skins, God damn I'm picky 

Who will be the princess to occupy the prince? 

And if she's less than dope I hope the limo's got tints 

Now honey, you see this may sound profound 

But let me love you down 

And if I'm Uptown I'm back downtown 

All the skins I've been in I gets no frowns 

You see doo-doo MC's, really think they can outlast 

I smell gas 

As a youngin' I was thefty, born as a lefty 

The rhymes I drop, somethin' more than hefty 

Roll like a Ranger, Puba's no stranger 

For those who try to diss me, uh-oh, danger 

Used to drink the Olde E, coolers, just be goldie 

When I played soccer with the dreads I play goalie 

Here steps the one that's capable, of slaughterin' 

For those who want to bite get the catalog, start orderin' 

'Cause, Puba's shit is on stock Ock 

I shape the wig like a woodblock 

I like to dip dip dive, a Benz I'm soon to drive 

I guess you can call this my nine to five 

I send my lust to scoop skins with my skin buster 

Freak the mind and butt behind and I gots the Georgia 

But hang on for a sec! 

You don't have to worry about the Puba gettin' wreck 

'Cause to me see it's more than likely 

And if I flow too fast, let me, slow down slightly 

Let's take a trip expenses paid money grip 

Don't flake or flam, 'cause Puba's not havin' it 

Derek X to the right 

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation 

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu 

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu Nation 

C'mon and clap your hands for Zulu 

You see me rock a video and slam shit up on 'Feels So Good' 

There was no doubt about it, 'cause I knew that I would 

Before I kick these lyrics that I rip and I rule with 

This girl done tried to cram 'cause she was down with the old school 

She, smacked me, attacked me, harassed me 'til I swung 

But I made her see stars 'cause her bell rung 

(See an Uptown girl is much different than a downtown girl) 

No, I'm, not a wife beater 

No, I'm, not a girl cheater 

I nipped this problem in the butt 

With my force from the Rule and my man Ron Stud (Word to life) 

So give a shout if you know what I'm talkin' about 

And if you don't then brother you're lost 

I had a Ross, traded it in for a horse 

It died, I made glue, it's no loss 

I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire all workers 

Tired of the sob story tear jerkers 

Compassion, for fashion never seen in our slums 

Never sold work, never handled no gems 

So que sera sera as the fat lady sings 

But when the bell toll is the song I sing 

Taken up the flights, whether Uptown or Crown Heights 

I pound a bunch of you after lunch 'cause I do right 

Appear from the rear with my Clan, and I'm the Cave Bear 

Rip up the street on my worldwide tear 

So loudly my troops, and let's form three groups 

Wreck time is here, so let's get paid on free loops 

Allah Jamar to the right 

Peace God! (Yo knowledge the God) Peace God! 

You're captivated by the science 'cause the lesson's mathematical 

Jamar rockin' the jam, is an emphatical 

Why, equal, Knowledge Born 

I go on, although clothes get torn 

By weaker Cypher men 'cause what came from my pen 

Made 'em lust, now I must 

Rush out the back door, in-to the alley 

Girls in pursuit, enough to form a rally 

I didn't want to scuff up my brand new Bally's 

So I made a quick dip, like I was goin' back to Cali 

Took the Lear jet, don't fear yet 

Comin' on your earset 

So as I hit program, you know I'm gonna slam 

'Cause even in my name there's a funky live "Jam" 

Don't eat Spam or no types of ham 

Polite to all women so I say, "Yes ma'am!" 

Sniffin' a gram ain't flam, it's kinda weak 

Jamar I keep you open through the rhymes I speak 

Not down with a frat, no I ain't no Greek 

A Message From a Blackman is what you seek!