The Right One/Father To Son Interlude (Clean Version)

Featuring 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! [Forte' 1st Verse] 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! [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 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