Cam'ron - Me And My Boo Lyrics

Cam'ron - Me And My Boo Video

(Man)

A-yo Cam

(Cam'Ron)

Yo

(Man)

Yo I know you knocked Charli off

(Cam'Ron)

No I did not man

(Man)

Yo stop lying

(Cam'Ron)

Word to my mother, I did not hit that man

(Man)

A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me

(Cam'Ron)

Nigga I would tell you if I did her

(Man)

Yo I know you hit that, yo how the head?, how the head kid?

(Cam'Ron)

Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister

(Man)

Yo, stop frontin'

(Cam'Ron)

That's like my sister, word to mother

(Man)

Yo you lying

(Cam'Ron)

Whatever man whatever

(Man)

Yeah, aight

(Girl)

A-yo Charli, what's up wit you and Cam

(Charli)

Nothin' that's my dog

Saying this together

(Girl)

Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good

(Charli)

Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick

(Girl)

Let me find out

(Cam)

A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic

(Charli)

But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic

(Cam)

Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck

If my dick was hard and your clit was wet

(Charli)

A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect

I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech

(Cam)

Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck

(Charli)

And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck

(Cam)

Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though

(Charli)

And I took you off canal right down to Tito's

(Cam)

But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low

(Charli)

But I gave you the money to pay off the repo

(Cam)

A-yo you real funny

(Charli)

Yo you know how we go

(Cam)

Yeah, motherfucking peoples

(Charli)

Uh, without the egos

(Cam)

And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath

I wish you the best

(Charli)

Man I love you to death

 

(Chorus 1)

 

I don't care what they think about us

I don't care what they say

I don't care if they think that we're fucking

I only love you this way

 

(Charli)

Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back

Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'

In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and

Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit you boo, screw who?

Incest, never dissed a kiss

Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift

Niggas like, you must've bent that

She never would've spent that

On Cam'Ron I bought me my first box of tampons

Bleeding in the pants at the school dance

Never took a chance at romance

Although all my friends think ya fly

But me doing that, I think I'd die

We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J

Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK

Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick

But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick

 

(Chorus 2)

 

I don't care if they try to avoid us

I don't care what they do

I don't care about anything else but

Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

 

(Cam)

A-yo I'm sorry yo

But when it come to Charli

I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari

How you live mister?

Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister

Call her my big sister

She game heads

Never wear the same threads

I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed

Fucking wit her, yo shit get sliced

Her wrist is ice

And rappin', the bitch is nice

She told me how girls fool you for the bucks

And I should stay low, cool up in the cut

I told her the difference

A wooler from the blunt

That's how we get down

So cool I call her Cha'

And any girl next to her, just to run her up

That's why y'all run a muck

Thinkin' that I done her up

I thought about it once

When we grew up

But then I saw her naked

And I threw up

 

(Chorus 1 and 2 (2x))

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Cam'ron - What Means The World To You Lyrics

Cam'ron - What Means The World To You Video

(Cam'ron)

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog,

Its killa dog, I'll kill you dog...yo, (check it out now) yo

 

What means the world to you

Cuz money mean the world to me

I'ma shine for the world to see

Pearl the V

Twirl the key

Cock back, kick back and twirl the weed

(Ma) Wanna roll wit a top gun

Hot one, done pop one, scrub not one

Wanna ride shotgun, wanna shoot shotguns

And I got hot one's

But I wanna chick that'll hop up on a stick

Wit a porno flick (huh)

Make sure my comes go on a lick

More to sip but screw that

Where my thugs with the hollow tips

Girls that acknowledge it

Polish it after that swallow it

Stand by baby where you at huh?

Raise ya hand high

You dont suck what? that's a damn lie

Got red rye, my man ride, my fam tight

So I need a real chick

Someone to keep it real wit

Someone to rob and steal wit

Someone to share my meal wit

It's that there look wit you

And be out for your revenue

Then even at you and she'll be blessin' you

Caressin' you startin' that mess wit you

But you always good for now and plus no friends around

So girl do sumpin' lift up that dress for now

Well give me some points for now talk to me, ma

 

Hook: Cam'ron & female

What means the world to you?

...my money, my dough, my hoes, my clothes (ho!)

What means the world to you?

...my money, my dough, my hair, my nails (oww!)

What means the world to you?

...some sex, some mex, and a little bit of head right (ho!)

What means the world to you?

...sex is sweet wit a cat who eat (oww!)

What means the world to you?

...lots of G's, shopping sprees (ho!)

What means the world to you?

...diamond rings, shinin' things (oww!)

What means the world world to you?

...ladies (ho!) fellas (oww!)

Ho, oww, ho, oww, ho, oww, ho, oww

 

My cousin Tandelese see the girl type awnery

But her girlfriend was real real real fond of me

But the girl put her on to me and I'm like why (why, man?)

I mean come through wit her she drivin that a Lumina

I'm not even thinkin' bout screwin' her

Let alone pursuin' her

I got a gurl she like, what that got to do wit her?

Get through wit her, mess around my girl come down

And put two in her

But I'm in a heavy case like the type that Pepsi make

Who says I fake, got pies like Betty bake

Top balla in every state

In Chi, I'm Mike

Boston, I'm Kenny

In Miami, I'm Timmy and Phoenix, I'm Penny...damn

In Harlem I'm semi-auto or so

What the hell you want

Got sons, guns, run run

Make them run run skate take one

From young one's dumb dumbs

Hit wit the dumb dumbs, hit wit the stun gun

Oh damn young hon, where the girl come from

And I wanna meet her, can I greet her

Yo get in my bed for now

She said, hold on my spine on rest for now

Well give me some points for now talk to me ma

 

Hook

 

(Female)

Ladies say (oww!) scream it out, speak it out

It's that time of the month and you leakin out say oww

Shit y'all know I'm down for the hoes (oww!), down for the dough (oww!)

Down for a little lay dick on the low (oww!), y'all know

It's that cream o' chick that'll heat a chick (oww!)

Squeeze the clip (oww!) go home and get freaked again (oww!)

Y'all know I like that sex wit the right cat (oww!)

Rings make them ice that (oww!)

 

(Cam'ron)

Yo now hold up mama

I don't want you to be no (ho!)

I done laid them (ho!), J'd them (ho!)

That's right played them hoes

 

(Female)

I ain't one of them hoes

Why you come wit them hoes

When I come for the dough (oww!)

Keep 'em under control (oww!)

 

Hook (2x)

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Cam'ron - Losing Weight Part 2 Lyrics

Cam'ron - Losing Weight Part 2 Video

(feat. Juelz Santana)

 

Hook: Cam'Ron

Aiyyo, fuck losing weight

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Cop a car, new estate

Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey

Baby due today

I got ta move an eighth

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwin me

Killa never let the drama slide

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Yell out homicide

 

Cam'Ron

18 months please, that ain't facing time

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

6 months right back on the damn block anyway

But look, money from across the street

Think its sweet, think you get money across the street

Me and my peeps often meet

At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

So dunn stay silent

Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

I got 800 invisible men

That mean it could be the bankman

Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam

Lady at the front stand

Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe

Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade

And y'all dead now

That you can bet now

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds

In a collision, I see their ambition

But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison

Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen

When it came to grams it was 90 I fried

350 on the stove and its 90 outside

I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks

Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

But love my music, say I do nothing but hits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed

Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

You know Cam, he said yeah, don't play with his chips

Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit

Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga

 

Hook: Juelz Santana

Fuck losing weight

We back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

I think my moms moving away

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate

Baby do the date

I got to move an eighth

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwin me

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block til the shots hit me

Until the shots get me

 

Juelz Santana

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin that fire

Its real dog, I live in the fire

Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the fire

Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire

Quick to grab the 5th and just fire

Try to peel off, I'm hittin your tire

Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall

That's just the beginning of war

I let you know you dealing with dogs

My villians will finish you off

Head in your chest brain

Dead on the van on the express way

While I got my hand in the Tech wave

Niggas like fuck, is he stupid?

Cops wanna cuff me, do it

You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it

Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises

Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper

Look at my body, I lost so much weight

Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight

I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that cake

He tellin me, he ain't got but so much weight

He been waiting for his connection to come

I'm like at least give me a half, I'll confess and stretch it to one

I'm on the block as usual

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Me and my soldiers know the rules

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops

Mami told me son, hold your own

And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone

And I believed her

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block til the shots hit me

 

Hook: Cam'Ron

Aiyyo, fuck losing weight

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

Cop a car, new estate

Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey

Baby do the date

I got ta move an eighth

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwin me

Killa never let the drama slide

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Yell out homicide

 

Hook: Juelz Santana

Fuck losing weight

We back on these highways moving cakes

Life's based upon what I'ma do today

I think my moms moving away

Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate

Baby do the date

I got to move an eighth

Fuck the scrutiny

Y'all niggas screwin me

Juelz never let the cops get me

On the block til the shots hit me

Until the shots get me

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Cam'ron - The ROC (Just Fire) Lyrics

Cam'ron - The ROC (Just Fire) Video

Memphis Bleek

Yeah...yeah, nigga...

Just Blazin' this shit, ya heard?

It's ya main man...I'm back niggaz...HOLLA!

 

My break I'm fresh off it

I never change, I'm stuck in these ways

Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)

But I'm-a do it for my enemies

They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be

Now what that sound like?

Plus they know what a clip get down like

Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels

'Cause u f**kin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out, raise the steel

I live this way it's real...dog...no joke

Blow smoke in ya bitch face, piss in ya wheels

Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip

Stick ya connect, yap ya bitch

So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley

The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60

For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click

So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog

M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me

Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?

We all criminals but live like a diplomat

We get low, when the dough low, get it back

 

Beanie Sigel

Here is something you can't understaaaaaaaaand

How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam

Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man

We run the spot, drop ceilings fam...

Hit the wall drop ceiling fans

Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van...

Up with killers man

And line the trunk

Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump

The coach walk you through and he grind you up

What-chu want the dope or the weed?

How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?

How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?

Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap...act real fast

And keep a wack that'll gag ya back

Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks

It's the Broad Street Bully bitch

I bully niggaz on the broadest streets

I house niggaz on the narrowest BLOCK!

Know my rules when the barrel get hot

When the gun blows...and the shots fall...and the smoke clear...

Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)

Nobody hit up in the cross 'Cause I'm observin' (you ain't here!)

 

Nobody be missin' your loss 'Cause you deserved it

South Philly niggaz kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL

On the really-real, 'fore I make you niggaz feel this steel...

 

Cam'ron

(Killa! Killa!)

 

Go 'head stupid niggaz go f**k wit' them chicks

I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a f**k wit' them bricks

Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes

Nigga think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8

I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000

That to 100,000, in front-a housin'

Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in

I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'

It's the top don, glock palm, dot com

Get your shit rocked ma like Haseem Rahman

And I'm extra scary

CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I f**k wit' secretaries

All for information...it ain't necessary

They in love like the 14th of February

Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off

It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th

Halloween or Memorial Day

At your memorial be one year from today

All y'all think it's peace and peachy

I leave you reesy piecy, all my bitches rock...

Christian Dior, BCBG...'round phony niggaz get the heeby jeebies

Hungry hoes say Killa feed me feed me...

Calm down ma, easy easy

Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy

Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me

He ain't no tease but measly

Not Doggy's Angels...KILLA...please believe me...

 

scratches

You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C... Jay-Z

Niggaz wanna despise the team... Beanie Sigel

ROC-A-FELLA

When the shit gets down you know who's doin' the poppin! Jay-Z

scratches

KILLA! Cam'ron

scratches

EASY!

F**k those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE! Bleek

Roc-a-roc-a scratches

Roc-a-roc-a scratches Roc-a-roc-a

ROC in this muh scratches

Muh-muhf**ka... Jay-Z

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Cam'ron - Hey Ma Lyrics

Cam'ron - Hey Ma Video

(Cam'ron and Women)

Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright

And we gonna get it on tonight

You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good

Cuz we gonna get high tonight

Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright

Cuz we gonna take a ride tonight,

So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright

We gonna get it on tonight

 

(Juelz Santana)

Now I was down town clubbin, ladies night,

Seen shorty she was crazy right,

And I approach baby like,

Ma, What's your age and type?,

She looked at me and said you's a baby right?,

I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life

Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like,

And I know what the ladies like,

Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice,

I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe,

Come with me come stay the night,

She looked at me laughin', like boy your game is tight,

I'm laughin back like sure you're right,

Get in the car,

And don't touch nothin', sit in the car,

Lets discuss somethin',

Either we lovin or I'll see you tomorrow,

Now we speedin' up the westside,

Hand creepin' up her left side, ready to do it,

Ready to bone, ready for dome,

55th exit, damn, damn already we home,

Now let's get it on

 

Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright

And we gonna get it on tonight

You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good

Cuz we gon get high tonight

Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright

Cuz we gon take a ride tonight,

So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright

And we gonna get it on tonight

 

(Cam'ron)

Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit,

Told me to acknowledge her quick,

She like Cam stop frontin',

On that Dave Hallister tip,

Come over lets swallow and sip,

I'm like momma that's it,

I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks,

They all say i'm rotten and rich,

But not her, boo be's real,

High heel dooby feel, plus got them gucci nails, uh,

You a cutie still, and this my down girl too,

Ain't no groupie deal,

We left the movies with Uzies, Suzuki wheels,

To the jacuzzi, I tell you my boo be's real,

I mean she do be winning, louie spinnin,

Go to the crib she got the gucci linen,

I see boo be grinning,

She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinnin',

Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range mam,

I got a whole new game plan,

Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam,

She was right; she was up in the range man,

Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell,

That's right I had to call up L,

 

(Cam and Juelz together)

Yo L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word,

And we got it on tonight

 

Hey ma (what's up) lets slide (alright) alright

And we gonna get it on tonight

You smoke (I smoke) I drink (me too) well good

Cuz we gon get high tonight

Got drops (got Coupes) got Trucks (got Jeeps) alright

Cuz we gon take a ride tonight,

So ma (what's up) let's slide (alright) alright

And we gonna get it on tonight

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Cam'ron - Oh Boy Lyrics

Cam'ron - Oh Boy Video

Intro: Cam'ron

Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa

 

(Cam'ron)

All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)

Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)

Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood

Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over

Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin'

Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'

With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters

Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)

But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that

Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat

She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)

Now she screamin' out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Now she playin' with herself Cam dig it out lift her up

Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick one up

They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas

Listen to my homeboy Santana

 

(Juelz Santana)

Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)

Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)

Get him call his (Boy) he weezin' he need his (Boy)

He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)

This nigga's bitchin' (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)

If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....

I'm in trouble need bail money, shit

Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)

That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)

He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)

That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

 

(Cam'ron)

When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)

Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)

Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)

When the cops come......squalin'!!!!

Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's

PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar

Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy

Killa...holla....listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)

Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)

Your moms will say (Oh Boy)

Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got alot of 'em

Matter fact gurus start poppin' 'em

Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)

Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)

Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)

Say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

 

(Juelz Santana)

Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)

Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)

Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish

Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded

And I'm back with my (Boy)

 

(Cam'ron)

Until that man is vanished somewhere in the Grand Canyon

These kids are grand standin'

Niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)

Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em

Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin'

Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy

Hire me somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky

Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela

We got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, huh

It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)

I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Killa....

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Cam'ron - Come Home With Me Lyrics

Cam'ron - Come Home With Me Video

Cam'Ron

Ah yo, come on home with us man

Harlem World USA man

Take a walk with us on our block man

See how we live

Dip-sect

 

Yo, yo

Come on home with me, early 90's

I wasn't pearly and shinning, I was certainly grimy

Cause I ain't have no fresh clothe,or jewerly with the X O

My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack

Where the kitty cat, mice run around the damn sticky trap

Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter

Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her

She picked up the bat like Maguire

For that matter hit me, I was back at her

Come home where I ducked the DT

Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese

Come on home with me, where I stand on my post

Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonase and toast

And pepper, many nights I done slept with a hefa

Any beef came it left on a stretcher, Killa

Come on home with me, where they rapidly flossing

Where I beg Kim to have the abortion

Money brang back extortion, caution

There ain't no track in the office

Relax in the coffin, and the bitch know I'm serious

Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss your period

So come home with me, where the girls wanna come home with me

And say Cam If you leave, don't hit me, love to see the chrome whippy

The car a quarter mill, on the wheels I done blown 50

Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60

Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me

So come home with me, where a nigga make Starbucks

I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck

Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks

Awww shucks

 

Juelz Santana

Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto

That's home to me, everynight my girl crying come home to me

No, come home with me where there so many cops

The block is boiling and the food is spoiled

But that pot with the rock is boiling

Same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in

Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds

Niggas don't listen to broads, they having you sitting in court

For kids that ain't yours, come home with me

Where everyday the glocks go pop

Where the front doors broke and them locks don't lock

Come home with me, dog where the beef is seeking

Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating

Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing

Niggas twist they cheekin, ripped to pieces

Our kids get even, come home with me

Don't leave your condoms behind

Cause them bitches leave there martians behind

Pray to god that I'm fine, come on home with me

Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city

Where these kids need food

Niggas need guidance and bitches need roofs

Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks

Phone is off, rent is backed up

Come on home with me, niggas strap up

Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up

Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it

Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it

Don't get trapped in it

 

Jimmy Jones

Come on home with me, where my parents

Would leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam

7 keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome

13 I ran the streets with the chrome

Come on home with me, where the buses don't run

And my dogs stay busting there guns (Billllllllllllappppppp)

Think that getting caught by Justice is fun?

Keep a blade up the in the gum, this is Harlem World

Where the fuck is you from? Uh

Come on home with me every few minutes, was a knock on the door

Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes kicks socks on the floor

Mommy like be quiet cause I really think them cops at the door

Is the locks on the door?

Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30

One gram on that butter is 30

4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early

Don't stutter mothafuckers you heard me, uh

Come on home with me these are the facts

Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked

Mike Tyson punch Mitch Green in the face

Sarge snatched by the feds, we was the case

No shit he still pleading his case, come home with me

Hoes say thats Jones with you, but I wouldn't take him home with you

Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me

The chrome you see, the Jones you see

Dip-sect, come home with me

 

Dip sect nigga, jim jones freaky zekey juelz santana blak a don dipomatic

We comin for ya 2 double 1 Bllllllllllapppppp

For life hold that down and what

Harelm, Harlem, Harlem

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Cam'ron - On Fire Tonight Lyrics

Cam'ron - On Fire Tonight Video

Intro Cam'ron

Uhh Wave your hands man Yo I'm looking for a hoe

Found a hoe and the hoe ended up being a hoe

My mans Zeek always told me a hoe's gon' be a hoe let a hoe fly

Let the birds fucking fly let 'em fly right Zeek

 

Zeek

Fly away

 

Verse 1: Cam'ron

Yo Holla Yo

I need a girl that can sing like Selena, ass like Trina

Tits like Janet, get beat like Tina (Have you seen her)

I mean cake like Oprah chauffeur

Keep the toaster and a Hoster (Tell me have you seen her)

I did yeah I found one a little brown one

And she down son Plus she pushed a Beamer

I should've knew something was up from the jump

When I passed ma da blunt da bitch was a Steamer

I aint care I had weed to blow

I aint feed da hoe We took a trip to Argentina

I don't know why a guy would pause

I went raw inside the whore I thought she would be cleaner

The dirty bitch burnt me that concerned

Now I'm thirsty I'm looking for her with the NINA

I'ma kill her when I see her so

(Tell me have you seen her) (Tell me have you seen her)

 

Chorus 2x

It be them girls with the pretty face and the pretty rides

Pretty thighs but what about they insides

And that bitch is a liar and dyke

I took the condom off now its on fire tonight

 

Verse 2

It's like treat her like a prostitute (prostitute)

Don't treat no girly good don't ever show her yo loot

Girly see you ridin' wanna roll in da Coupe

See you a ice cream want you to throw her a scoop

I don't get mad tell her to blow on my flute

Before the I-E you got to throw in da group groupie

Sad I read it ooh wee I'm glad you did it

Sue me what you mad I said it

Put front back side to side

Never let a broke ass female ride

I learned that down south niggaz in Texas

Before I tricked her I buy bigger Biggatses

Imagine me get a biggatses get her a Lexas

You figuring reckless maybe im sexist

So back up let me strap up

Before you give Cam that clap up I'm gone have to clack up

 

Talking

 

ChorusAfter Talking

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Cam'ron - Horse & Carriage Lyrics

Cam'ron - Horse & Carriage Video

(Cam'ron)

Aiyyo, you might see Cam in designer underwear

New reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere

How we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare

And when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere

I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial

I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child

It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style

But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial

You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl

You better be down, the only question better be 'how'

Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no dirl deadin' me now

In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs

If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb

I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on

(What you mean Gretzky be on?) Ice

(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)

Shut the fuck up

 

(Mase)

Mamacita

Horse and carriage is for hire

Mamacita, please senorita

We gonna riiiiiiise to the top

Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

 

(Cam'ron)

Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo

That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo

Uh, you don't know what that is

That's when I say they don't know who gat this is

(And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs

(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found

(And you don't know) You better toughin' up

(Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuckyou up

(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you

And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too

'Cause when he got cash, I was like me too

And when he got ass I said me too

And when he got the drop I was like me too

And when he almost got shot I said me too

What you get now is just a preview

We all tinted out, your car's see-through

I see you

 

(Mase)

Mamacita

Horse and carriage is for hire

Mamacita, please senorita

We gonna riiiiiiise to the top

Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

 

(Cam'ron)

Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast

Tell the vally Motherfucker don't hit my Jag

Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass

Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags

So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass

I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass

It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight

Does that say Harlem World? yeah you readin' it right

And we havin a party, later tonight

Like Phil Collins said in The Heat Of The Night

'Cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long)

'Til when? ('Til the early morn')

It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit

(and uh) drop six (and uh) we pop Cris

Right now too tipsy to drive

But I got my horse and carriage right outside

 

(Mase)

Mamacita

Horse and carriage is for hire

Mamacita, please senorita

We gonna riiiiiiise to the top

Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire

 

Mamacita

Horse and carriage is for hire

Mamacita, please senorita

We gonna riiiiiiise to the top

Michael Foster, Puffy Combs

Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for eva

And we gonna riiiiiise

And we gonna riiiiiise

And we gonna riiiiiise

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