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Текст песни Dame Dash f Cam`Ron, Jim Jones - I Am Dame Dash

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[Dame Dash] ** (Cam`Ron) **Hopefully, y`all enjoying the album, as of yetMy name is still Dame Dash and I`m still the CEOAnd I wanna take this time to kick it with my nigga Cam and my nigga JimmyYou know, we kinda came up around the same way110th.. 109th... 142nd.. 140thAnd if I could rap, Cam, I`m telling youI swear to God, I`d talk my shit.. (I know)I`d talk about how I got that money and copped them cakes.. (Yeah, I got you, though) Cam, please man, COME ON!! [Cam`Ron]In `87, dog, my man, Dame, was a cake copperEighth chopper, now, he got a gray chopperHarlem, Brooklyn, Philly, the whole state`s properShrimp, steak, forty-second, they ate lobstersHe used to stack up his chipsCrashed up his whip lookin` back at a bitchLeft it, `F` it, we bout to get twelve Jeeps`91, barbershop on 12th streetYeah, we turned dope into dollarsFront haircuts, back `dro in the bottleAny beef? Cam is in placeYeah, we got the bricks off of Hamilton PlacePapi came down with product in the bagPut the crackhead in the taxi and we followed the cabDowntown, no, we took `emWe called Dookie, drove him over to BrooklynTheir baby`s mother, she once got the drop on usWe copped a bird and the bitch called the cops on usDame took me off the blockHand to hand to handling the coffee pot [Dame Dash]Thanks, Cam, I appreciate it, but manThat`s not enough, I still got some shit on my mindI still see the cars.. I still see the fact that we were starsI still see the rooftop.. Don`t get it twisted, now, this ain`t no song, like I saidI just got some shit I wish I could sayI can`t rap.. matter fact, Jimmy, you first to def.. tell `em somethin`Please, tell niggas how to get this money [Jim Jones]You still got visions of the rooftopI got visions of this Coupe drop wit invisible rooftopsOne of the first, to cop cases of drinksCash, cars, racin` from the rink and skatin` the minksShit, how hard is my team?We started from fiends, turnin` buildings to Carters, naw mean?That`s Harlem, now we partyin`, sparrin` Eugene`sBag bitches wit the bottoms from dreamsWe rich, yeah.. rip up ya tar wit cars and new beamsCop rims for every car on my teamCall shots.. Dame, I`m just poppin` my fizzleI drop the top when it drizzle, this is what cocky can get youFresh to def, we move the block of that sniffleUp on the block wit them pistols, we give a fuck if theCops`ll come get you, Gangsta!! Man, shit, we the sickestSome is for war, we rip up the tickets after the cops.. can you feel this? [Dame Dash]Man, that shit was hotPause.. I hope nobody`s mad about thatI just had to get some shit off my chestMatter fact, my man, FUCK YOU!!You don`t appreciate a nigga gettin` moneyYou don`t appreciate a muthafucka that knows how to hustleYou don`t appreciate a nigga that`s seen a million dollarsAnd in that case, you ain`t never gone see itNiggas better get they mind right`Cause I got enough fresh for one-thousand days straight!!I could pop tags everyday for the rest of the decade!!I`M DAME DASH!!! HOLLA!!! [fades out]

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