Camron - Intro. Lyrics
[Cam''Ron]
How y''all doin'' out there?
I wanna welcome y''all back
Welcome some of y''all for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, y''all don''t fuck wit us
Suck 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 house
Harlem, 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 Kay
This bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, 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 me
When 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 line
You 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'' nigga
But see the thing is with me
I don''t understand how a bitch can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knawmean?
[Kay Slay]
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
That''s cause ya game is tight
[Cam''Ron]
Oh, nah, not me Ka'', I''m talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...
[Verse]
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms, make you my step son
Y''all be calling me daddy, cause
The "Rag Muffin" y''all soon say
Y''all fuck around with brother "Num-say"
Y''all gonna see doomsday
I''m a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that I''m older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I ain''t concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin'' ya moms
Hauntin'' ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then I''m gone back
Cobacabana, no joke I''m bananas
Cops come for dope it''s a damper
I''m low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Don''t follow me, "Stan-a"
If you do, I''m blowin'' the hammer
That''ll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I ain''t finished, that''s just the start
You''ll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life, I''m taking myself
All the achin'' I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin "What''s the problem ma? I ain''t ballin?"
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin''
[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Let''s get down to business, Harlem