John Forté

John Forté - The Right One / Father To Son Interlude lyrics

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(feat. Prazwell)



[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 brotha

Don't judge me 'cause of this baby...Let me know!



[1st Verse: Forte']



El Capitan, first name John

Swift on

You foes, only do shows with new kicks on

Toe - toes, with my brother

Pass the Grey Poupon

Hoe cronies, I don't know what the fuck y'all on

So long, a brother gone

Learn it in quote

I want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows

Laugh now, you know The Score

Before I killed The Carnival

Don't stop

You knew me before the solo record dropped

What?!  I'm into passing on

Movin' slow, inter - national

Since I fork through the dough

Called my first girl a hoe, 'cause I sweat her

Now I know better, to let it flow, like I never met her

And let the show tour broads quick to fuck a man, in the spotlight

That's why I maintain the upperhand

Damn!  You know the half

Shit is straight, 'til I turn it

Who fresh?  You gonna blow it? Only if you know it!



[Chorus: Jeni Fujita Singing (Forte')]



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!



[2nd Verse: Forte]



Well it ain't nothing but a word

The noise I heard, could make a crew wanna shoot up every party and slide

Like I'm supposed to show you love to try to get inside

Club promoters 'fessin' with their little guest lists

Sleek, I'm twenty deep

All brothers in fact, now the line start with me, and it ends in the back

You don't love me, I know you like the record!!!  Don't touch me!!!

Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee

So why try me?

Swift, I sure do be

You get touched more than frisked by club security

Lovely, what it look like?  

My sons run stuff

Every time I touch a mic you wanna, "Throw Guns Up!"

Hard to follow

Here to swipe the next man's dollar

Crimes, white collar

Underground, like Kabala

You know the effort, all you do is make a record

You silly, like Milli's, we spray the milliseconds!  What?!



[Chorus]



[Forte']

Dirty Cash, baby!



[Prakazrel "Pras"]



Check it, Check it!

I got The Right One

the only one

Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)

Niggas running up saying, "Pras, put me on!"

Hear my song

Sing along

Pass it on

Capitan

And Dirty Cash, 'til November we'll be gone!

Bust it!



[Forte' & Jeni: Singing]



Ain't no moonshine last that long!





[Forte]



Around Mr. John

I hater mackin' you

Rappers do like stone

On the don

You embarass me, more than chaperones at the prom

You 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]
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