Oh Boy (Remix) Lyrics


Intro: Cam'ron
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa heyyyyyyyyyyy
This is Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Gayy?
Heyy
Green Bayyy?
Green Hayy?
Gayy Bayy?
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Verse 1: Cam'ron
All the girls see the (heyy) look at his kicks (heyy)
Look at his car (heyy) all I say is (heyy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin'
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin' out (heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Now she playin' with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick one up
They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana

Verse 2: Juelz Santana
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin' he need his (Boy)
He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin' (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 3: Cam'ron
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squalin'!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla....listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact gurus start poppin' 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Verse 4: Juelz Santana
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)

Cam'ron
Until that man is vanished somewhere in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin'
niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin'
Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyy
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Killa....

yeah holla heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gayyy?

I'm Dame Dash Lyrics


In 87' dog my man Dame was a cake coppa',
8th choppa',
Now he got a grey choppa',
Harlem, Brooklyn, Philly the whole states proper,
42nd strip they ate lobster,
He used to stack up his chips,
crashed up his whip lookin' back at a b*tch,
F it,
left it,
we bout to get twelve jeeps,
91 barber shop up on 12th street,
yeah we turned dope into dollars,
front hair cuts, back dro in the bottle,
any beef Cam was in place,
we got bricks off of Hamilton Place,
Papi came down with the product in the bag,
put the crackhead in the taxi, and we followed the cab,
Downtown Novi took him,
called Duke he drove him over to Brooklyn,
His baby momma' she once had the drop on us,
copped a bird, and the b*tch called the cops on us,
Dame took me off the block,
from hand to hand, to handlin' the coffe pot.

Lyrical O-Jam
Yo man, O-Jam had them cakes,
Now I got cake, layin up in estates,
all thanks to Dash,
he swooped me off the block quick,
now your boy makin cash,
I got the stash-Boy
Got O's in bags-Boy
The Rovers Black-Boy
Got hoes in back, Oh Boy
No boys wanna see me,
we live on tv,
got beef, wanna get live come see me.

Hey Ma (Remix) Lyrics


[Toya]
I like it, you like it
I love it, you love it
You want it, I got it
There's no need for you to be afraid

[Cam'Ron]
Yo, where my baby at? Not home
I heard her drop's chrome
V-12, uh-oh my little girl done got grown
Stocks grown, whereabouts are not known
But she check on the kid- hit the block phone
See you beat your girl
You need to free your girl
Let her breathe, B, go see the world
Wanna lock it down like she on punishment
That's why every time I hit it dog, I punish it

[Toya]
Let me tell ya why I seen you many times
Can't describe the way you make me feel
Hang over his or mine, you gut me feelin' high
Could chemistry be the real?
Boy it's so true that I'm wanting you
Can we hook up and spend some time?
You're the first one, boy the only one
That's always on my mind

[Hook: Toya]
In a summer day, in the winter time
When you breathe the heat, gotta make you mine
And I'm liking all the things you do
Can I get the chance to know you, so come on

[Chorus: Toya]
I like it, you like it
No need to front when I'm around
I love it, you love it
That's why you keep on starin' me down
You want it, I got it
And I'm telling you that
There's no need for you to be afraid
I like it

[Toya]
So you walkin' by, again you caught my eye
I knew right then you were the one I needed in my life
So check a lid and find, I nearly lost my mind
When you graced me with your presence for the second time
Let's get together and do whatever
There's no need for you to waste your time
Wanna make moves, if it's alright with you
Hit me up so we can chill sometime

[Hook: Toya]
In a summer day, in the winter time
When you breathe the heat, gotta make you mine
And I'm liking all the things you do
Can I get the chance to know you, so come on

[Chorus: Toya]
I like it, you like it
No need to front when I'm around
I love it, you love it
That's why you keep on starin' me down
You want it, I got it
And I'm telling you that
There's no need for you to be afraid
I like it

[Cam'Ron]
Hey Ma, what's up?
Yes, you rather high
That car I copped? I just had to drop
It for you though- paint the thing apricot
When you take off, you'll feel like an astronaut
When I get pulled, Mom, I say pass the glock
Stash the rocks, F cops, smash the drop
Watch them go from Ben and turn to dope Shay
Via speaker Louie now her gold is rosy

[Juelz]
Hey Ma, what's up?
Let's slide- I got the ride parked right outside
And once again we must discuss something
Calm down, don't touch nothin'
Remember I still ain't crush nothin'
I ain't tryin' a be rude
I'm liking your groove, liking your move
The red stripe on your shoes
Those are Prada, right? Damn, I'm her type
She tryin to get to know me
I'm trying to pop tonight cuz
(I like it, you like it)
So let's do it- let's move it baby
Once again we up the west side
Only difference is she leaning on my left side
Playin with this, damn!
I call Cam, know he waitin for this shit
Phone rings (know he waitin for this)
Yo, Cam (What up?)
I stuffed (Say word)
That's right (That's right)
(And ya'll got it on toniiiight)

[Toya]
I like the way you move the things you do to me
Your smile got me feelin' you
Your attitude your style goes out on 23
I know you're feelin' me
I like it, you want it, so get up on it!

[Chorus x3]
I like it, you like it
No need to front when I'm around
I love it, you love it
That's why you keep on starin' me down
You want it, I got it
And I'm telling you that
There's no need for you to be afraid
I like it

Daydreamin' Lyrics


Daydreamin and i'm thinkin' of you (4x)

Look at my mind, floating away....

(Verse 1)
I know fuccin wit a crook is wack,
i lied, cheated, still took me back,
what i do, turn around and ask you to cook me crack,
boff my work wit a jerk to tell tha truth it hurts,
cause you even asked me to come thru to church,
what i do act second rate, i stole ten dollars outta da collection plate,
but i'm ready to change,
you got my heart cause you smart and tha sex is great,
and you hate rap, i like dat gurl,
I argued wit Kiesha, i ain't like dat gurl,
you jumped right out tha car to fight that gurl,
you beat her azz joint you ain't have to bite that gurl,
and my baby got tha best thighs and my wip she ain't neva gotta test drive,
coped dat or at 5, you paid attention when no one acknowleged me,
this is my public apologie, holla B!...

(Chorus)
Tiffany- hey baby lets get away, lets go somewhere aaaaahh,
baby can we
Cam'ron- we can get da drop top or come thru on tha bike, we can go
where you want, we can do what chu like tonite
Tiffany- Hey baby lets get away, lets go somewhere aaaaaah,
baby can we
Cam'ron- (where you wanna go), where italy, what siciliy, tell me gurl
disney world?

(Tiffany)
He tha kinda guy that'll say hey baby lets get away
lets go some place far, where i don't care
he's tha kinda guy that'll give it everything and trust ya heart,
share all of ya love, till death do ya part
I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it, wheneva he needs it
and when he's lonesome and feelin love starved i'll be there to feed him
lovin him a lil bit more each day, turn tha light when i hear him, say

(Repeat Chorus)

you help my work when we were 12 and a half,
you said cam, what tha hell dog we 12 and a half
that house cost millions, 12 and a half
but i still got dem comdons 12 in tha stash,
can't even get mad say what tha hell jus laugh,
standin there beautiful like what i'm gone do wit chu,
you wanted me to come to school and just play ball
what i do go to school wit dat ? ball
here come tha ? here come ? yea i doubt dat
i'm a hustler though, i can't help that
you was there when i flipped my first verse
now we gone see my son takes his first words
and uh, i observed, i ain't wanna be no singer ma,
i just wanted 8 carrots on ya finger ma
since we young, you thug me, i thugged you
you hug me, i hugged you
you love me, i'll love you

Tiffany- aaaaaah baby

( Chorus)

I wanna be what he wants
when he wants it
wheneva he needs it
when he's lonesome and feelin love starved
i'll be there to feed him
lovin him a lil bit more each day
turn tha light when i hear him, say

(Chorus 2x)

Daydreamin' and I'm thinkin' of you (14 x)

look at my mind, floating away

Ya got me dreamin'
Daydreamin.........

What Means the World to You (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Ludacris, Trina, U.G.K.)

[Ludacris]
Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass
What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars
What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L

[Cam'Ron]
Uhh, uhh
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
Stop comin to my crib with your period
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
but do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
Listen you would too, if you knew
what this game would do to you
Been in this shit, two years Boo
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you know who (who?)
But I got max gats
Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww)

[Ludacris]
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
Ludacris and a couple a girls
You find a brotha runnin up in the girls
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls
Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls
I get late - think I'm up with the girls?
Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party
Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body
What means the world to me?
A little head preferably, so I express this verbally
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me
I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high
And it really mean the world to me
if I live my life, stay black and die

[??]
Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo
What mean the world to me?
Gettin money fuckin girls for free
On the corner hustlin from twelve to three
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh
Bottle up, it'll sell for three
Two for five, sound well to me
My coke so good have them fiends outside
on line from twelve to three (uh-huh)
And everything'll stop in the winter
when I cop in the winter
Come to your block in a drop in the winter
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh
Post on your block with the glock (?? ??)

[chorus]
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)
(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!)

[Pimp C]
Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp?
My paper, steak and shrimp
My bitches on the track
For they daddy, bringin it back
Pussy is still the best thing going
I got a hoe like Jesse Owens
I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin
Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n
Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh
Platinum with the twenty inches
Instrument to get the bitches
Comin down, prancin 'round
Gettin my dick sucked in every town
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
Rippin wood, in the Brougham
Bitch I got some game to sell
and only money make my dick swell
Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones

[Bun B]
Man, now what mean the world to me?
Well, to me man, the world is mean
Cause a - mean world is the only world
that a mean man like me just care for seein
Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak
The average Bun B Texas loc'
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
Bless the scene, look for the dyke
I get a letter and know that we better
Hit the hotel, do what I like
What's that? Find a fresh one take it in
Strip it, flip it, break it in
My pimp game is rock solid
There's no way for you to bring fakin in
Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy
Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts
And when they go off they make a lotta noise
And I can't think of no prouder joys
than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh

[Trina]
I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter
Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer
With the diamond bangles
like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle
And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation
And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin
When it comes to the figures
I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz
With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion
the Bentley and the keys to the boat
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat
I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle

[chorus]
[Cam] What means the world to me?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Pimp] What mean the world to Pimp?
[Trina] Marble floors, platinum beds
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Trina] Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)

What Means the World to You (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Ludacris, Trina, U.G.K.)

[Ludacris]
Track Mas-ter-rrrah!
What means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois
What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass
What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin cars
What means the world to me? Makin bail, A-T-L

[Cam'Ron]
Uhh, uhh
What mean the world to me?
When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Rov's
Stop comin to my crib with your period
Serious bitch, and you act like I ain't know
I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak
I like when her man find out when the court came mouse
Laugh when he went for me; I tell him
Women are trife - yeah I been in your wife
but do me a favor, dog
Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer
Atlanta I bubbled, in Memphis I hustled
In Kansas I juggle, New York, all my muscle we tussle
Listen you would too, if you knew
what this game would do to you
Been in this shit, two years Boo
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So called beef with you know who (who?)
But I got max gats
Nine nine's times nine, blow, blow, OW! (owww)

[Ludacris]
Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world
Ludacris and a couple a girls
You find a brotha runnin up in the girls
I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin the girls
Ding-a-ling face huggin the girls
I get late - think I'm up with the girls?
Skeet, skeet, gone; it's all about that party
Bacardi - motions, rub lotion, all over your body
What means the world to me?
A little head preferably, so I express this verbally
And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair
Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and ball
That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol
A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities
I set it out after shows and the club is comin with me
I'm black and proud, I'm black and loud, I'm black and high
And it really mean the world to me
if I live my life, stay black and die

[??]
Uhh, c'mon, yo, yo
What mean the world to me?
Gettin money fuckin girls for free
On the corner hustlin from twelve to three
Cook coke, make twelve from three, uhh
Bottle up, it'll sell for three
Two for five, sound well to me
My coke so good have them fiends outside
on line from twelve to three (uh-huh)
And everything'll stop in the winter
when I cop in the winter
Come to your block in a drop in the winter
Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter
Gotta make it hot in the winter, uhh
Post on your block with the glock (?? ??)

[chorus]
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop (OW!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Trina] Shoppin sprees in a Prada shop (HO!)
[Cam] What mean the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)
(HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!) (HO!) (OW!)

[Pimp C]
Uhh, what mean the world to Pimp?
My paper, steak and shrimp
My bitches on the track
For they daddy, bringin it back
Pussy is still the best thing going
I got a hoe like Jesse Owens
I used to sell dope, ride dirty, cocaine scorin
Sellin D wasn't for me, I gotta keep the prostitutes hoe'n
Comin through, sittin low, in the C-F-I double-oh
Platinum with the twenty inches
Instrument to get the bitches
Comin down, prancin 'round
Gettin my dick sucked in every town
Sweet Jones, fuck the clone
Rippin wood, in the Brougham
Bitch I got some game to sell
and only money make my dick swell
Hold up.. beitch, Sweet Jones

[Bun B]
Man, now what mean the world to me?
Well, to me man, the world is mean
Cause a - mean world is the only world
that a mean man like me just care for seein
Now ever-green I smoke, forever clean I croak
The average Bun B Texas loc'
The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine
Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic
Bless the scene, look for the dyke
I get a letter and know that we better
Hit the hotel, do what I like
What's that? Find a fresh one take it in
Strip it, flip it, break it in
My pimp game is rock solid
There's no way for you to bring fakin in
Now we makin men, outta boys, or makin boys wormy
Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts
And when they go off they make a lotta noise
And I can't think of no prouder joys
than money, big cheese and a girl or two sheeit
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh
That's what the world mean to me mayn
Tell me what the world mean to you, huh

[Trina]
I know y'all wonder, who the female stunner, in the G-G-Hunter
Ridin 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer
With the diamond bangles
like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle
And I need my bread up front playboy, cause I can't trust ya
I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation
And money mean the world to me, that's why this bitch here paper chasin
When it comes to the figures
I'm way way worse than them hustlin niggaz
With the ki's to the coke, for the mansion
the Bentley and the keys to the boat
I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat
I'm from the M-I-A, that's where I dwell, niggaz can't you tell
I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanelle

[chorus]
[Cam] What means the world to me?
[Luda] Breakin laws, racin cars (HO!)
[Pimp] What mean the world to Pimp?
[Trina] Marble floors, platinum beds
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Trina] Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread
[Cam] What means the world to you?
[Cam] Ladies? (HO!)
[Trina] Fellas (OW!)

Facts Of Life Lyrics

(feat. Juelz Santana)

[Juelz Santana]
Lemme see you do this
C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life

[Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Life"]
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life

You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of life, the facts of life

[Juelz Santana]
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad
I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin
Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it
I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack
From the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot
Stick you with kids you didn't produce
Sorry lady but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em
See it's a fact niggaz is dogs
Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw
Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north
The hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon

[Chorus]

[Cam'ron]
Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish
But my most prized possession - cop badges
That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards
I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics
I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics
I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it
Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric
No hard feelings though sir, got passed it
See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it
Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic
When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic
You should stop carriage and pay homage
How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage
But hell wit the speech you spit
You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life

[Chorus x2]

[Juelz Santana]
Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey"
Ma, you feel like talkin today?
My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice
If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life
I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad
I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads
I'm just tryna live the facts of my life
But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life
This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight

[Cam'ron]
I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin
Right around the corner from Bill Clinton
Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill chickens
You need sixteen, Cam is down
How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it down
Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town

[Juelz Santana]
You take the coke, you take the bake
You shake and scrape and there you have
The crack and right, the crack and right
You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get
The stacks in life, stacks in life
Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up"
I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up
Cuz I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money
That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact
Cuz when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about
When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about

Suck It Or Not Lyrics

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Cam'Ron]
[Chorus]
Ma, I been hugging the block
That's right! hustlin rocks
I know, I been pufffin alot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna suck it or not?

Huh? My dick hard as a mothafucka
You don't what?! tell that shit to another sucka
I ain't no sucker mama, come on fuck the drama
And kiss it down, lil pucker-rama
I'm so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck pro-activ
I'm a pro at this
Round the globe, atlis
But I need to know ma, are you gonna suck it or not?
Babygirl, I'm in love with the twat
Missionary, back shots, pop it off, rock it off
I tell you right now if my cock is soft
But I want head before and after, top it off
On ya knees, show you how to top a boss
Lick, suck, deep throat, stop, cough, hop on, hop off, lollipop off
I know it's white, but here come the hot sauce

[Chorus]
Ma, I been hugging the block
That's right! hustlin rocks
I know, I been pufffin alot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna suck it or not?

Lookin light skinned, mami was tight slim
Fat ass, big tits, I noticed her nice chin
I approached her, slight grin, white Timbs number you can type in
Said she dont like men
I just laughed
Ma, if we lay, we lay
You don't like men? me neither, what a coincidink (what a coincidence)
Ms. Jiggy, Ms. Piggy, Pinky mink, pinky ring blinging
Ma, are you gonna suck it or not?
I ain't the type to diss you, kinda like to hit you
That's the situation, bring wifey with you
Would you like a tissue? (Why?)
You gon' need it for the cum up in your nose babygirl 'cause you suckin my cock
Ain't a question now, it's a guarantee
They say I think I'm the shit, well apparently
But you won't hear words like "Marry me"
Only thing you gonna hear is, suck it or not

[Chorus]
Ma, I been hugging the block
That's right! hustlin' rocks
I know, I been pufffin' a lot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna suck it or not?

[Lil' Wayne]
I get head in the strangest places
2 at the same time, call it +Changing Faces+
I tell a bitch "we ain't trading places"
Now stand back and catch my amazing greatness [hehehah]
Taste it, savour it
Vanilla Ice Cream, she say "ooh, my favorite"
Do you know who you playin' wit? Wayne
Chillin' like a scarecrow, looking for some brain
Drivin' in the range or flying on a plane
Her head is crazy so she's insane
She know the game
Get in and get right
Every bitch in the industry wanna rock my mic
I'm hot like light
I'm tough like Ike
I don't fuck with dog hoes cause them hoes might bite
Yeah, and if she follows
In the back of my mind, I'm hoping she swallows

[Chorus x2]
Ma, I been hugging the block
That's right! hustlin rocks
I know, I been pufffin alot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna suck it or not?

Sorry, the lyrics is unavailable

Shanghai Lyrics


[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feel sorry for who!!

Gave you head before I stormed in
Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are boardin
The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
We all know how you get your money
Don't insult me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, I chill
But we are about to split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill
See your man
He thinks he's wise
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
Yo, I'm related to him
And I'll put eight through him
When I skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know is take to him
And before it's over
I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real quick, real sick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll have this whole fuckin clip
On some raw dog shit
Close that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store really could fulfill my needs
Got now and later seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
But ya'll is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Like five-0

[Chorus] [x2]
In America the product is coke and weed
In China, the product is dope and speed
The Columbians got the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme

[Cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mil' a week
And my niggas on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beat
So give us half
Or I guarantee baby
You gonna feel the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of July
So if you wanna chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I feel like Jackie Chan
Exactly man
Kong Fu
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for Bi
Not to con you
Now it's a done deal yo
There ain't no bluffin kid
And tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact get out the way
I know where that maschetti at
Give me that
Blamm!!!
That's when the chink goes flip
Then grabs me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a puddle of blood
Is where that bitch laid
But this ain't have to happen yo
Man you see the weed for real
Nigga let me go!
Back up off me!
Damn that was a close one
Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give them them tapes
Ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the topic
My deal to the floor
In a week
I can bring about 10 thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the deal either take it or leave it
Cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze it
Now everything is set up
Right?
I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight
You know meya, the nigga wit China white
They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And you sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
In the worst way

[Chorus]