[Girl Oh this is my The reason we here. (Shut the [beep] up.) The reason we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You the [beep] up, what can you do? We been ridin in car for 5 hours you gonna do? (I'm tell you a story)
1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra I couldn't dance ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her She forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nookies, the girls, got known This my two brim hat, me Sherlock Holmes Whole got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, I had plenty soldiers Uncle, holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' like golf, he had gophers get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to Back then I for douchos, went over the riverside life, turned left, we back over the riverside Blood played for gem That's I told him and Jim We ain't for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the chrome That's when you lanes Here we change your lane, we'll a sprain the game And not names But 'caine fames Damon Wayans for life is, the Tech kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple And that's to my father, send a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his departure I'm merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
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2: Cam'Ron] Killa! That man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm prestigous You various leases All my pieces, painted them, and peaches Chics, Cherry and They had deheaters If I a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys eyes low me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, like Diablo My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they some sue Can rock a Jimmy Choo day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots Don't be no boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' too Coupe Calez, he boo And he skinny too, they had my rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but in jump Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in He ain't scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, the chump The way they runnin I guess could relate to them
[Chorus: Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get the models And hit the strip the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you All of the why we chase the doe