[Girl Oh is my [beep] The reason that we here. (Shut the 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 What you do? (I'm tell you a story)
1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie She said her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies I gave Cookie nookies, the girls, got known This my two hat, call me Sherlock Holmes world got blown, so I tell hoes Fuck and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro Timbaland, mocassins, in them pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, Not golfin' like golf, he had gophers get paid, the earth is big You kid, Cam don't deserve to live Back then I played for douchos, went over the Young life, turned left, we over the riverside Blood played for gem That's when I him and Jim We ain't ballin for real, where's the gems? Where's the chrome when you changing lanes Here we change your lane, gain a sprain Change the And not names But fames like Damon Wayans Connect for life is, the Tech us righteous Cause yes expect the crisis, it's connects and prices I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle New Jack City, cop me a couple cars And that's word to my father, send a to my father love, R.I.P. on his early departure I'm merely an author, but I'm purely a baller Every Friday, the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
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 Get the the kicks, and clothes 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
[Verse 2: Killa! That nigga man, let me break it down real for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very You have leases All my pieces, them, cherry and peaches Chics, and Peaches had cherry 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 with low me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa! Playin' Grand Auto, they like Diablo My the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'! But some slimmy sue Can rock a Choo shoe day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots Don't be no guinea boo, you that Fendi you You Henney too Coupe Calez, he boo And he too, they had my favorite rum Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, the chump The way runnin I guess they could relate to them
[Chorus: 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