Tytuł: Intro

• Wykonawca: Cam'Ron
• Wyświetleń: 291

[Cam'Ron]
  How y'all doin' out there?
  I wanna welcome y'all back
  Welcome some of y'all for the first time, huh? Killa
  We did it again, y'all don't fuck wit us
  Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, what's good?
  Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
  Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
  Harlem, you know what it is, what's good?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  El Barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo Kay
  This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
  Man, fuck' hold up, hol', yo man
  
  [Kay Slay]
  Yo son
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  What's good?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  I gotta tell you like my dog told me
  When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  Slap her?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  Off the bat?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  Off the bat, just backhand her
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  Why's that, though?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  'Cause later on down the line
  You ain't never gotsta to worry about
  That chick telling you --
  "Cam, you don't treat me the way you used to"
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  [Laughing] That's what I'm sayin' nigga
  But see the thing is with me
  I don't understand how a bitch can go out
  Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
  And then go give another nigga her fucking money
  Knawmean?
  
  [Kay Slay]
  Nah Cam, you gotta understand
  That's cause ya game is tight
  
  [Cam'Ron]
  Oh, nah, not me Ka', I'm talking about another nigga
  I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
  We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
  Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...
  
  [Verse]
  Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
  For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
  Y'all be calling me daddy, cause
  The "Rag Muffin" y'all soon say
  Y'all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
  Y'all gonna see doomsday
  I'm a savage but colder
  Now I rock karrots that I'm older
  See this parrot on my shoulder?
  He do the talking, I ain't concerned with words
  Act up, and be returned to the birds
  I return with them birds, any 28 grams
  A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
  I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin' ya moms
  Hauntin' ya aunt, all over the dawn
  Using a dope then I'm gone back
  Cobacabana, no joke I'm bananas
  Cops come for dope it's a damper
  I'm low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
  Rush the crib, go in the hampter
  Don't follow me, "Stan-a"
  If you do, I'm blowin' the hammer
  That'll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
  I ain't finished, that's just the start
  You'll be calling for back up, praying for help
  Fuck my life, I'm taking myself
  All the achin' I felt
  In my crib at night, praying for wealth
  Bitches dissin "What's the problem ma? I ain't ballin?"
  Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin'
  
  [Kay Slay]
  Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
  Let's get down to business, Harlem