Ain't Right - Tokey Hefner

She got her daddy's tongue and temper Sometimes her mouth could use a filter God shook his head the day he built her Oh, but I bet he smiled She loves and lives her life, unruly Tears up that dirt road up in a dualy Dangerous, absolutely And in a little while She'll be roundin' that corner on three wheels Ain't slowin down, yellin, "Come on, jump in" Always up to somethin, crazy, got nothin' on her She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right for me She says she wants to meet my momma I said, "I don't think you oughta Be like mixin' oil and water" But by midnight, she had Momma on the coffee table, dancin' Comin' unwound Good God, I swear, can't take her anywhere What's the girl gonna do next? She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right for me Every once in a while, she gives me that smile And says, "I just don't see somebody like you Lovin' somebody like me" She ain't right No, she ain't right She ain't right She ain't right She ain't right But she's just right, she's just right She's just right for me Mmm, she's just right, she's just right She ain't right but she's just right for me

Wasting away at your job (that ain't right) Are you fronting on my squad? (that ain't right) And you're always acting hard (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, no no no Trying to pull my card (that ain't right) Continuing this facade (that ain't right) Calling yourself God (that ain't right) Nah, that ain't right, shit ain't like that While emcees were burning ism I earned degrees in journalism Learning the system and about how freedom of speech is worth killing for But watch what you say in all those interviews You're in limbo? Well, we're in limbo too Contact the dead to get advice from Ann Landers Transmit personal problems like head lice in bandanas The big man on campus has delusions of grandeur Doing a thesis on ebonics, unconsciously using poor grammar Your mannerisms are suitable to cancer victims How much opposition does it take for your stance or position To dance to this rhythm? (you're jignorant, baby) Dance to this rhythm (go ahead, baby) Ah, forget it; it's actually accepted for rappers to have no ethics Their albums would benefit if they put in half the effort I attended candlelight vigils for Matthew Sheppard While you put out another "fuck you, faggot" record I blame my hate mail on typographical errors, correct the misspellings And then send out "thank you" notes for the love letters Accept rejection when I get a return to sender Reject acceptance when the girl's got an agenda I've entered this brave new world of true cowards Talking about, "no one goes to shows no more, they're too crowded" So they stay home and burn shit, then they say "I downloaded your life off the net, totally worth it" It's 2000, time to stop acting like assholes It ain't about backpackers or cash flow Fashionable afros, salon-style dreads or frat clothes And it ain't about these fucking loud mouths shouting "battle!" African medallions didn't sell platinum albums That's part of the reason why you think hip-hop died It was here before you were. It'll be here in the future Life's not a bitch, she's just sick of being personified That Ain't Right This household is filled with the half-deads They've got a mouthful of pills because they're crack heads They shout that I'm ill, but they're doubtful of skill With the type of stabbing that turns my back red I don't blast lead, I write until my pen explodes All over fashion dreads and your Ecko clothes I don't listen when they say "shit ain't ever gonna change" And they say I ain't got no soul

You've got me saying words in my head Filling my mind with these images, yeah And it's the way that you look at me Makes me feel like I can't breathe It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no You're calling my phone, I'm being patient Staying faithful and I'll never know When you're coming back around When you're coming back around You've got me saying words in my head Filling my mind with these images, yeah You've got me all in my feelings Like I could die without you next to me It's the way that you look at me Makes me feel like I can't breathe It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no It ain't right, right, right it ain't right Right, right it ain't right, oh no You're calling my phone, I'm being patient Staying faithful and I'll never know When you're coming back around When you're coming back around