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Cam'ron( キャムロン )
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Who's Nice
作詞:Homer Banks, Darrell Branch, Cameron Giles, Carl Mitchell Hampton, Raymond Earl Jackson
Yo, turn me up some B I'm about to lace ya'll, check it out I'm not a muthafuckin' joke B Whoever think I'm not nice This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See the drug game was always the man's sport That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought On the transport kept it inside the Jansport
A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach Acting like a kind host but gettin' time for a roach
A little indo, that's when yo, I said 'I'm messin' with these bimbos' It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where it's nice Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur 'Cause girls I control them classy Old and sassy, old and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold, he gassed me But now I'm flowin' fastly, rollin' jazzy Just a while ago, I was rollin' badly We was on the low wit Aggie but now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy life size My girl yo she slices pies A Benz is what my wife drives You know Qeet' nigga, executive thug
But she respects me and loves Don't let your head meet her slug Until she sprayed out and layed out Ineffections of blood
A lil' thick chick that'll click quick Do anything for the dick dick You know what else that puzzles me? I find this shit a riddle
How come when you got a lot? People say you got a little Like they say you act a little funny 'Cause you got a litte money もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com And you did a little song and made a little money
Oh, you know my favorite Oh, you think you a little star 'Cause you got a little fans And you drive a little car
I prove they all are liars Saying that they got a fire Hang 'em up on a barber wire Yo, you think you got attire To the point like Stoudamire
Yeah, I'm a harsh nigga that drink hard liquor A six Benz car getter, you know Digga He ain't rich, he's a star figure Platinum deep, hangs with Jews Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves the hooligans Now we eat at houlihans's Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre We told them niggas who the man Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time
And even Cuda ran, you know that I'm a skitzo Who listens to calypso but I'm quick though And old school like hungry, hungry hippo Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko
Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks Ask my man how I beat up shit And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides Every hit my bank rise and no bitch I ain't high
I've been hotter since I was in pampers hittin' pinatas You win nada, come on I got put on By Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that I know you're thinkin' that It's 'bout that time Nigga I wanna rewind that So go ahead and rewind it faggot
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