Cam'Ron - Get 'Em Girl(200 visits)

[Cam'Ron] I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+ Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly" Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley" I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"

[Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

[Cam'Ron] You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude in Play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga) Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga) Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga) Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)

[Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

[Cam'Ron] My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga) Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a maury flow, from the maury show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty I was down forty, now I'm up fifty Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

[Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flippin' bricks Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls) See acting fiesty, getting shiesty Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)







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