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Interpret:
Cam Ron
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(CamRon)
How yall doin out there?
I wanna welcome yall back
Welcome some of yall for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, yall dont fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo Jones, whats 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, whats good?
(Kay Slay)
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
(CamRon)
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
(CamRon)
Whats good?
(Kay Slay)
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
(CamRon)
Slap her?
(Kay Slay)
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
(CamRon)
Off the bat?
(Kay Slay)
Off the bat, just backhand her
(CamRon)
Whys that, though?
(Kay Slay)
Cause later on down the line
You aint never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
"Cam, you dont treat me the way you used to"
(CamRon)
*Laughing* Thats what Im sayin nigga
But see the thing is with me
I dont 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
Thats cause ya game is tight
(CamRon)
Oh, nah, not me Ka, Im 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
Yall be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" yall soon say
Yall fuck around with brother "Num-say"
Yall gonna see doomsday
Im a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that Im older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I aint 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 Im gone back
Cobacabana, no joke Im bananas
Cops come for dope its a damper
Im low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Dont follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, Im blowin the hammer
Thatll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I aint finished, thats just the start
Youll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, Im taking myself
All the achin I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin "Whats the problem ma? I aint ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin
(Kay Slay)
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Lets get down to business, Harlem
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