[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
