Текст песни John Forte` f Prazwell - The Right One
John Forte` f Prazwell - The Right One слова песни
[Forte` - Speaking]If you want it, you `gon` get it, partner!What you think it look like? Nutzbaby...My, like I ain`t tell you from the jump brothaDon`t judge me `cause of this baby...Let me know![Forte` - 1st Verse]El Capitan, first name JohnSwift onYou foes, only do shows with new kicks onToe - toes, with my brotherPass the Grey PouponHoe cronies, I don`t know what the fuck y`all onSo long, a brother goneLearn it in quoteI want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flowsLaugh now, you know The ScoreBefore I killed The CarnivalDon`t stopYou knew me before the solo record droppedWhat?! I`m into passing onMovin` slow, inter - nationalSince I fork through the doughCalled my first girl a hoe, `cause I sweat herNow I know better, to let it flow, like I never met herAnd let the show tour broads quick to fuck a man, in the spotlightThat`s why I maintain the upperhandDamn! You know the halfShit is straight, `til I turn itWho fresh? You gonna blow it? Only if you know it![Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus (Forte` in parentheses)]If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)You got The Right One, baby!If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)You got The Right One, baby!If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)You got The Right One, baby!If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)You got The Right One, baby![Forte - 2nd Verse]Well it ain`t nothing but a wordThe noise I heard, could make a crew wanna shoot up every party and slideLike I`m supposed to show you love to try to get insideClub promoters `fessin` with their little guest listsSleek, I`m twenty deepAll brothers in fact, now the line start with me, and it ends in the backYou don`t love me, I know you like the record!!! Don`t touch me!!!Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutcheeSo why try me?Swift, I sure do beYou get touched more than frisked by club securityLovely, what it look like? My sons run stuffEvery time I touch a mic you wanna, "Throw Guns Up!"Hard to followHere to swipe the next man`s dollarCrimes, white collarUnderground, like KabalaYou know the effort, all you do is make a recordYou silly, like Milli`s, we spray the milliseconds! What?![Chorus][Forte`]Dirty Cash, baby![Prakazrel "Pras"]Check it, Check it!I got The Right Onethe only oneAllstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)Niggas running up saying, "Pras, put me on!"Hear my songSing alongPass it onCapitanAnd Dirty Cash, `til November we`ll be gone!Bust it![Forte` & Jeni - Singing]Ain`t no moonshine last that long![Forte]Around Mr. JohnI hater mackin` youRappers do like stoneOn the donYou embarass me, more than chaperones at the promYou rappers in the stall, is a ball, be gone!You ain`t never knew the truth, so don`t get me wrong!You know how we do, spot it, then I spit it, and lock it!El Capitan, you want it? I got it![Chorus][Jeni Singing]