[Girl Oh this is my The reason we here. (Shut the [beep] up.) The that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You shut the up, what can you do? We been ridin in car for 5 hours What you do? (I'm tell you a story)
1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric I was obsessed with Cookie, I sex her cookie She said forget her nookie, my nose, go get them boogies I gave nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Whole world got blown, so I tell Fuck Lee's and shell toes, and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them 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 deserve to live then I played for douchos, went over the riverside Young life, left, we back over the riverside played for stone gem That's I told him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone the chrome rims? That's you changing lanes Here we your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the And not names But 'caine fames like Damon for life is, the Tech kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle New Jack City, cop me a couple cars And word to my father, send a bird to my father love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm just merely an author, but I'm a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep Ms. Parker
Jaheim] Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the And hit the strip with the Dip, 'Set to blow Now you All of the reasons why we the doe Get the whips the kicks, and So we can get the models And hit the strip the Dip, we're 'Set to blow Now you All of the reasons why we the doe
2: Cam'Ron] Killa! That nigga man, let me it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very You various leases All my pieces, painted them, cherry and Chics, Cherry and They had cherry If I a toast, hustled up various reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? on delivery, lives hoes, five fo But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with low me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Auto, they like Diablo My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they some sue Can rock a Jimmy shoe Next day Valore sweatsuit, timmy boots be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you You drinkin' too Calez, when he boo And he skinny too, they had my rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in He never scared, never scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, the punk, spray the chump The way they runnin I guess they relate to them
[Chorus: Get the whips the kicks, and So we can get the models And hit the strip with the Dip, we're to blow Now you All of the why we chase the doe