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[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, boyMy man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind[Cam:] 'Sup Smitty?[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly rightnow, boy, boyHe 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 understandI'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 blowWen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the showFrom the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' OsKitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for HosLookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' oneFrom my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch)From the wagon, garage to the houseDinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couchCouch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouthBedroom 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 kidTell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee didShe a houchie groupie Cooley isWho am I? Come on, can't be for-realaWent from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, GorillaFrom killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers High papers, that's my natureDo five you now, y'all die laterCome to your wake, look at you; "Hi hater"From the wake to lot, another boogieFrom the lot to the hill, to cop somethin' ugly (Ugly)From the hill to that state DakotaFrom Dakota to the corna, get that bakin' soda, KILLA[Chorus:]Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boyOh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boyOh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boyHe keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boyOh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boyIf you need that dope, though? We got boy, boyBut watch your back: from the cops' boy, boyCause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boy[Verse 2]Aiyoo, I heard you out there shorty..slingin' boy, boyOh MY god, oh boy, boy Be careful of the motherfuckin' boys, boyMe though? I run THEM boys, boyLloyd, Floyd, Roy, Soy, Black BridicksBitches too, joy toy, whatCat like you? Call you a GladiatorGive her oral, and you happy, Glad-he-ate-her (Stupid)Put ? on the pussy, she a masturbatorPut my dick in her mouth, that's what fascinate her I'm a legendary now, past the player, past the playerGot the rock? Pass that playerI'm like Betty Crocker with cake, that's in layersI 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 GatorsI come through, laugh at haters, bitches tooWanna act, setback, relax a playerCause all these hos jelly you hardWhen your purlieus are hardAnd the Chanel, Sklies to ScarfsI stick to their stomachs, their belly's will barfAnd I take them to the telly where their belly will force"Why fucking me like that? Calm down that's my uterusmy serfix, my ovaries" Relax, I'm doin' thisWelcome to exclusivenessYou about to take a week off, the ultimate freak offHit Jimmy, Jeulz, Sean, and Zek offWait a minute ma', wipe that cum on your cheek OFF I hate me a filthy ho, but I like me a silly hoThat way you really blowHavin' to fuck cats, she don't really knowThen take all her money; you don't feel me, thoughYou don't understand my pimp-eryYou love them you got sympathy, fuck that, I'm into me[Chorus]Yo, where you from dog? Harlem boy, boyOh this nigga getting' money? Holla boy, boyOh this cat over front? Fuck boy, boyHe keep that shit up..fucking drop boy, boyOh you got that hydro? You lyin' boy, boyIf you need that dope, though? We got boy, boyBut watch your back: from the cops boy, boyCause they paper? They wanna stop boy, boymore free lyrics