Cam`Ron f DJ Kay Slay

Come Home With Me

230 3 часа назад

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* send corrections to the typist(Cam`Ron)How y`all doin` out there?I wanna welcome y`all backWelcome some of y`all for the first time, huh? KillaWe did it again, y`all don`t fuck wit usSuck 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 houseHarlem, 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 KayThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right nowMan, 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 meWhen 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 lineYou 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` niggaBut see the thing is with meI don`t understand how a bitch can go outRain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoeverAnd then go give another nigga her fucking moneyKnawmean?(Kay Slay)Nah Cam, you gotta understandThat`s cause ya game is tight (Cam`Ron)Oh, nah, not me Ka`, I`m talking about another niggaI know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?We getting ready set this shit the fuck offJones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...(Verse)Yo, yo, I advise you to step sonFor I fuck ya moms, make you my step sonY`all be calling me daddy, causeThe "Rag Muffin" y`all soon sayY`all fuck around with brother "Num-say" Y`all gonna see doomsdayI`m a savage but colderNow I rock karrots that I`m olderSee this parrot on my shoulder?He do the talking, I ain`t concerned with wordsAct up, and be returned to the birdsI return with them birds, any 28 gramsA bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birdsI be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin` ya momsHauntin` ya aunt, all over the dawnUsing a dope then I`m gone backCobacabana, no joke I`m bananasCops come for dope it`s a damperI`m low in Atlanta, get hot, go to SavanaRush the crib, go in the hampterDon`t follow me, "Stan-a"If you do, I`m blowin` the hammerThat`ll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heartI ain`t finished, that`s just the startYou`ll be calling for back up, praying for helpFuck my life, I`m taking myself

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