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[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, my dick`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? Fuck boy, boy He keep that shit up..fucking 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 motherfuckin` 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 pussy, she a masturbator Put my dick 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck 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, fuck 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? Fuck boy, boy He keep that shit up..fucking 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
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