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featuring Prazwell
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[Forte' Speaking]
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If you want it you 'gon' get it partner!
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What you think it look like? Nutzbaby...
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My like I ain't tell you from the jump brotha
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Don't judge me 'cause of this baby...Let me know!
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[Forte' 1st Verse]
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El Capitan first name John
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Swift on
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You foes only do shows with new kicks on
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Toe toes with my brother
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Pass the Grey Poupon
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Hoe cronies I don't know what the fuck y'all on
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So long, a brother gone
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Learn it in quote
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I want a sista man, my beat Jamaicans rock on flows
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Laugh now, you know The Score
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Before I killed The Carnival
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Don't stop
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You knew me before the solo record dropped
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What?! I'm into passing on
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Movin' slow, inter - national
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Since I fork through the dough
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Called my first girl a hoe, 'cause I sweat her
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Now I know better, to let it flow, like I never met her
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And let the show tour broads quick to fuck a man, in the spotlight
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That's why I maintain the upperhand
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Damn! You know the half
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Shit is straight, 'til I turn it
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Who fresh? You gonna blow it? Only if you know it!
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[Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus (Forte' in parentheses)]
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If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
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You got The Right One, baby!
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If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
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You got The Right One, baby!
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If you want it, we got it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
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You got The Right One, baby!
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If you want it, we got it, decide it! (You got The Right One, baby!)
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You got The Right One, baby!
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[Forte - 2nd Verse]
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Well it ain't nothing but a word
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The noise I heard, could make a crew wanna shoot up every party and slide
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Like I'm supposed to show you love to try to get inside
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Club promoters 'fessin' with their little guest lists
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Sleek, I'm twenty deep
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All brothers in fact, now the line start with me, and it ends in the back
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You don't love me, I know you like the record!!! Don't touch me!!!
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Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee
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So why try me?
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Swift, I sure do be
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You get touched more than frisked by club security
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Lovely, what it look like?
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My sons run stuff
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Every time I touch a mic you wanna, "Throw Guns Up!"
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Hard to follow
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Here to swipe the next man's dollar
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Crimes, white collar
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Underground, like Kabala
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You know the effort, all you do is make a record
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You silly, like Milli's, we spray the milliseconds! What?!
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[Chorus]
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[Forte']
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Dirty Cash, baby!
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[Prakazrel "Pras"]
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Check it, Check it!
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I got The Right One
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the only one
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Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)
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Niggas running up saying, "Pras, put me on!"
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Hear my song
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Sing along
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Pass it on
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Capitan
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And Dirty Cash, 'til November we'll be gone!
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Bust it!
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[Forte' & Jeni - Singing]
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Ain't no moonshine last that long!
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[Forte]
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Around Mr. John
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I hater mackin' you
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Rappers do like stone
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On the don
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You embarass me, more than chaperones at the prom
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You rappers in the stall, is a ball, be gone!
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You ain't never knew the truth, so don't get me wrong!
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You know how we do, spot it, then I spit it, and lock it!
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El Capitan, you want it? I got it!
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[Chorus]
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[Jeni Singing]
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The Right One
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| John Forte |
