[Cam:] What up boy
boy? [Guy:] Ain t nothin boy
boy
it s good in the hood [Cam:] What s poppin boy
boy? [Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin jacks boy
boy My man Smit over hear
he s got somethin on his mind [Cam:] Sup Smitty? [Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right now
boy
boy He don t understand this is real in the hood boy
boy [Cam:] Why you ain t smack boy
boy? [Guy:] Well he got somethin on his mind
you know what I m sayin ? I m tryin show a little love to him boy
boy
he need to understand I m tryin let em live boy
boy
this is real ya understand? You need to stop playin with me like that boy
boy [Cam:] Yeah
I m a holla at nigga
boy
boy [Verse 1] Cops bagged me one night
looking for the blow Wen t from Bronxhouse to bookings
bookings to the show From the show to the crib
to the kitchen cookin Os Kitchen to the car
to the street lookin for Hos Lookin for hos
to straight up baggin one From my game in her brain
ain t no wagon
hun (Ain t no wagon bitch) From the wagon
garage to the house Dinnin room
kitchen
kitchen to the couch Couch to the bedroom
s in her mouth Bedroom to front door
this bitch getting out (See ya ) Front door
to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?" Dress cooley
but usually the Coogi kid
bouchie kid Tell ya boo-bee
a doo-bee did She a houchie groupie Cooley is Who am I? Come on
can t be for-reala Went from Cam to Killa
killa to scrilla
Gorilla From killa to Sky-Scrappers
from sky-scrappers High papers
that s my nature Do five you now
y all die later Come to your wake
look at you; "Hi hater" From the wake to lot
another boogie From the lot to the hill
to cop somethin ugly (Ugly) From the hill to that state Dakota From Dakota to the corna
get that bakin soda
KILLA [Chorus:] Yo
where you from dog? Harlem boy
boy Oh this nigga getting money? Holla boy
boy Oh this cat over front? boy
boy He keep that shit up..
ing drop boy
boy Oh you got that hydro? You lyin boy
boy If you need that dope
though? We got boy
boy But watch your back: from the cops boy
boy Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy
boy [Verse 2] Aiyoo
I heard you out there shorty..slingin boy
boy Oh MY god
oh boy
boy Be careful of the mother in boys
boy Me though? I run THEM boys
boy Lloyd
Floyd
Roy
Soy
Black Bridicks Bitches too
joy toy
what Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator Give her oral
and you happy
Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid) Put ? on the
she a or Put in her mouth
that s what fascinate her I m a legendary now
past the player
past the player Got the rock? Pass that player I m like Betty Crocker with cake
that s in layers I had city issues before
ask the mayor (Ask him) He said "Cam ron
please stop this crack behavior" (Shut the up
man) He ain t know 96
I had a knack for Gators I come through
laugh at haters
bitches too Wanna act
setback
relax a player Cause all these hos jelly you hard When your purlieus are hard And the Chanel
Sklies to Scarfs I stick to their stomachs
their belly s will barf And I take them to the telly where their belly will force "Why ing me like that? Calm down that s my uterus my serfix
my ovaries" Relax
I m doin this Welcome to exclusiveness You about to take a week off
the ultimate freak off Hit Jimmy
Jeulz
Sean
and Zek off Wait a minute ma
wipe that cum on your cheek OFF I hate me a filthy ho
but I like me a silly ho That way you really blow Havin to cats
she don t really know Then take all her money; you don t feel me
though You don t understand my pimp-ery You love them you got sympathy
that
I m into me [Chorus] Yo
where you from dog? Harlem boy
boy Oh this nigga getting money? Holla boy
boy Oh this cat over front? boy
boy He keep that shit up..
ing drop boy
boy Oh you got that hydro? You lyin boy
boy If you need that dope
though? We got boy
boy But watch your back: from the cops boy
boy Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy
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