Cam’ron - The Right One lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - The Right One lyrics]
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)
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)