Right or Wrong Planet Asia

[Hook: x2]
It don't matter if its right or wrong
I'ma get my hustle on, you acting like its something wrong
I'm just tryin put my peoples on
Gotta get off that to each his own

[Verse 1]
I'm from the era of medicine bottles are pure
El caminos, leather bombers with furs
Uncle drinking (gallus?) or coors
People knocking at your door for sugar
My play clothes was corduroy jeans
Patches on the knees kangaroos and (opie?)
A young child with a vision of better living, this life
Hoping I never had to end up in prison
Cause in the hoods everybody's guilty, just by association
They way the poles be posted, waiting more like close to hating
But I was taught never fit the description, never tell your business
And when its beef pop extended clips in
Moving intuitive, cause the first street lesson
Usually is watch who you get into it with
Cruising at 10, bulletproof fueling the engine
Now choose a side you either hoeing or pimping
And that's a big difference know the position
Either you Indian or Chief at the podium with soldiers to listen
But yo