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1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like goodie I couldn't break ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get boogies I Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them A-Train, one bus, sure I had soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, Not golfin' like golf, he had gophers Can't get paid, the is big You worthless kid, Cam deserve to live Back then I played for douchos, over the riverside Young life, turned left, we back over the Blood for stone gem That's when I him and Jim We ain't for real, where's the stone gems? Where's the rims? That's when you changing we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain Change the And not namin' But 'caine fames like Damon Connect for life is, the kept us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and I had to harder, move up my mustle marger New Jack City, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, a bird to my father Dove love, R.I.P. on his departure I'm merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms.
[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 Get the the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to Now you All of the why we chase the doe
[Verse 2: Killa! That nigga man, let me it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very You have various All my pieces, painted them, and peaches Chics, and Peaches had cherry deheaters If I want a toast, hustled up reefer Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo? Haze on delivery, hoes, five fo But the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low Pick me up fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But they some sue Can rock a Choo shoe Next day Valore sweatsuit, timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that you You Henney too Coupe Calez, 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 the K in pump He ain't never scared, scared, raise the trunk We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the The way they runnin I guess they could to them
Jaheim] 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 reasons why we the doe