Cam: What up boy, boy?
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Guy: Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood
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Cam: What's poppin' boy, boy?
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Guy: A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy
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My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind
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Cam: 'Sup Smitty?
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Guy: This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
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now, boy, boy
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He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
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Cam: Why you ain't smack boy, boy?
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Guy: Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
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I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
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I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand?
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You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy
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Cam: Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy
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[Verse 1]
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Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
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Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
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From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os
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Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos
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Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one
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From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)
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From the wagon, garage to the house
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Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
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Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth
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Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya')
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Front door, to "You know where the Jacuzzi is?"
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Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
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Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
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She a houchie groupie Cooley is
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Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala
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Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
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From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
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High papers, that's my nature
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Do five you now, y'all die later
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Come to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"
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From the wake to lot, another boogie
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From the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)
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From the hill to that state Dakota
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From Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA
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Chorus:
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Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
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Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
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Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
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He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
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Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
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If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
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But watch your backˇ¦ from the cops' boy, boy
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Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
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[Verse 2]
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Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boy
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Oh MY god, oh boy, boy
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Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boy
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Me though? I run THEM boys, boy
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Lloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black Bridicks
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Bitches too, joy toy, what
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Cat like you? Call you a Gladiator
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Give her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)
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Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbator
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Put my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her
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I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the player
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Got the rock? Pass that player
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I'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layers
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I had city issues before, ask the mayor (Ask him)
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He said "Cam'ron, please stop this crack behavior"
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(Shut the fuck up, man)
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He ain't know '96, I had a knack for Gators
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I come through, laugh at haters, bitches too
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Wanna act, setback, relax a player
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Cause all these hos jelly you hard
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When your purlieus are hard
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And the Chanel, Sklies to Scarfs
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I stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barf
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And I take them to the telly where their belly will force
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"Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterus
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my serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' this
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Welcome to exclusiveness
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You about to take a week off, the ultimate freak off
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Hit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek off
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Wait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF
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I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly ho
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That way you really blow
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Havin' to fuck cats, she don't really know
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Then take all her money; you don't feel me, though
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You don't understand my pimp-ery
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You love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me
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[Chorus]
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Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boy
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Oh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boy
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Oh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boy
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He keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boy
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Oh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boy
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If you need that dope, though? We got boy, boy
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But watch your backˇ¦ from the cops boy, boy
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Cause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy
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Boy Boy
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| Cam`ron |
