Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Right One, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
The Right One |
| Oh, we gon' get this from top to bottom, baby |
| We took too long off, man |
| We gave y’all enough time to do what y’all had to do |
| Fuck you talkin 'bout? |
| Uh |
| (Kill, Kill, Kill) |
| I came up on a hard block, fiends sniffin' like aardvarks |
| In our park is murderers, drug dealers and card sharks (I had to get it, baby) |
| Jealousy and hate, can’t debate it, it played a large part |
| Niggas’ll lay underneath the same place your car’s parked (I had to get it, |
| baby) |
| In broad day, let’s not talk about when it got dark |
| Told you watch ya mouth, you played dumb before you got smart |
| He ain’t listen (Oh, a hard rock) |
| He ain’t sneeze, but his heart stopped |
| When homie lift his shirt, popped out the toaster like a Pop Tart |
| But murder for hire, understand you can’t stop, start |
| Have that money, or be the next hit on the pop charts (Uh huh) |
| I’m talkin' «Gangsta Lean» (Gangsta lean), «Crossroads» (Bone Thugs) |
| «I Miss You» (Miss you), by Aaron Hall (Hall) |
| But I’ma ball, watch the haters gather y’all |
| One pound, two pounds, three pounds, four |
| Five girls, six girls, seven girls more (More) |
| Eight keys, nine keys, they wanna sniff 'em raw |
| You wanna go on tour or go to war, either way |
| (You got the right one) |
| Huh, Windex can’t get no clearer than that, nigga, huh |
| (You got the right one, baby) |
| This can be prosperity or you can be a statistic, nigga, you pick |
| (I said, you got the right one) |
| You got the right one, huh, I ain’t lyin' 'bout that, nigga |
| (You got the right one, baby) Oh, baby |
| (You, you, you got the right one) |
| My block ain’t have no jokers like the city of Gotham |
| Niggas got mugged and hung out with the niggas who robbed 'em (What?) |
| Niggas givin' five to the same niggas who shot 'em |
| I was so confused ('Fused), like what the fuck am I watchin'? |
| (I had to get it, baby) Now what the fuck are my options? |
| Either ya shootin' and killin', dealin' and duckin' and dodgin' |
| Tryna make it to the top, you could get stuck at the bottom |
| But by the fur that’s on my back, you can see I outfoxed 'em |
| So, what we speakin' on, boy in the hood, nina long |
| You violate or hate, ya face is what my feet is on |
| (Dust juice) 22 liters gone, (Codeine) it’s me they leanin' on |
| (Cocaine) Come get ya skiin' on, we right where we belong |
| We took ya baby mother to Turks, we so wrong |
| One pound, two pounds, three pounds, four |
| Five girls, six girls, seven girls more |
| Eight keys, nine keys, they wanna sniff 'em raw |
| You wanna go on tour or go to war, either way |
| (You got the right one) |
| You better do the right thing 'cause I could be Radio Raheem |
| What you want, love or hate? |
| (You got the right one, baby) |
| Shorty said it ain’t ya birthday, but do you want some cake? |
| I told her (I said, you got the right one) |
| Fuck they talkin' 'bout, man, huh? |
| (You got the right one, baby) You got the right one, baby |
| Right one, baby, right one, baby |
| (You, you, you got the right one) |