Текст песни Cam`ron - Harlem Streets, слова песни Cam`ron

Текст песни Cam`ron - Harlem Streets

Cam`ron - Harlem Streets слова песни

Killa (Killa)Dipset manAye yo you know I`ve been all over the motherfucking world manBut ain`t no place like Harlem man(Let) me break it down man[Verse 1]We tie dynamite to the rhino type. Whine you might find yo sightSell the information for a dime a white, that China ChinaI`m behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minorElder fella, lookin for that shine, Ill shine yaMy mind designa, you a dime, I dine yaMadonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I`m finerTime to climb her, climb behind vaginaThen I hime and grind her, `til her mom remind herDiamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palmTurn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrongGotta get it right ma, we gon get alongSaid how don`t trip, but yo the trick is wrongFirst visit warn, day job tick a tronNight time, missed the mom, bootleg cris and donBrother Chris and Don, and they sister calmThey sell yay, you`ll say yay, this shits the bombIma hit my man, tellem you my bigga pawnThe rest, so yes, you`ll be blessed to hit the intercomYou know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charmAnd they father come from a long lista donsAnd I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakersAnd if the cops come, I just hit amnesiaBut I give you an earful, it`s tearfulTold my mother I hustle, and she said be careful[Chorus]Why I feel like I`m loosin weight?Why I ain`t got no money? If I`m movin weightMy lifes based upon, what Imma do this yearCop a boat, Hop a layerNow the army suits cute wit my chocolate AirsYou ain`t gotta stare, go cop a pairStill the sweet in me, nothing they can do to meI made sure my mother and girl, is smothered in pearlsWhen a nigga under the world[Verse 2]Everybody like Cam got the recipe nowNot them three girls I got to be Destiny`s ChildSpecially equities, wreckin we smileIn the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wileThe tech with the septa, Receptive affilesHectic, heckle a koch, Helicopters on the set of my salesNah, I ain`t gon be imbedded in jailTalking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dogI broke bread with the wheel, fled from some sealsAnd the house, I was the head of the hills, shitYou get a dumb ho, and get dumb happyGo to the gun show, get gun happyStuck, killed, mugged, miltTone flint sticks, bo, Chubs milkPoochi, baba, butta got the hardest shellsWe the Midwest gun cartel, niggaYa, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chainsSee dog? Rap is my aimBut I`m a hust-ul-a, in my heart, trapped is the gameA test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remainsIt wasn`t rap, it was crack that got the racks on the RangeLook dog, don`t be askin for dames, seePlayboy, I don`t own that manIn any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, shitAnd when I rap it ain`t no punchlinesI be on the highway dirty, crunch timeN o timeouts homeboy, just one timeIf they find that stashbox, just one time…Shit, they`ll put the dogs in the trunkSide of the road, holding you up, cold as a fuckThey want that button, Lunge it and push itSoon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushesThat`s how I play mine, jump over the grapevineTake my chances, one on one with the k9Stealin a clip, for anyone squealin they lipsFuck y`all if y`all ain`t feeling the dips[Chorus]

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