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!




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 $#&@ 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 $#&@ a man, in the spotlight
That's why I maintain the upperhand

Damn! You know the half
%#@! is straight, 'til I turn it
Who fresh? You gonna blow it? Only if you know it!





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!




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!!!
^!$$%s 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?!






Dirty Cash, baby!



Check it, Check it!

I got The Right One
the only one
Allstars, ichi bang (Japanese for #1 Rap Song)
^!$$%s 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!




Ain't no moonshine last that long!





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!