Cam'ron

"Get 'Em Girl"

"Get 'Em Girl"


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)

"Get Down"

"Get Down"


Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma
He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
Thats why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)
No one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo [video]
Your own album here we go
Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniatics our life styles compatible
Magical
Pops gone, shit tragical
Moms on mission
My house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabatical
Its not irrational
I grew up radical
And you all are shook
I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else)[/video]

"Get It Get It"

"Get It Get It"


[Verse 1]
Been had to get for get, lived in the sickest pad
Slept with mice and roaches, woke up pissed up slab
School of the hard knocks, I on the vicious Ave
Jim chase Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass

Ask me who you loving, Cam you been bugging
Must have lost your mind; you fought Lucien's cousin
And St. Mark's, yeah big LE watch
my nigga red squashed it, forget that topic

40th, down the block danger zone
up the ave forty wall, hope yall niggas bring you chrome
what you saying homes, cops they raiding homes
activator juice, yes to spray your dome

from a tiny dude, developed grimey dude
stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food
I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude
Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q

Plus its savage, cop car crash your door
Further more heard the boy em at the sack amore
Boy yes, over seas more sex
4 jets, corvettes, and I aint done a tour yet

Cuz I'm moving bricks, yes they serve in fours
Signing off dipset boss, truly yours

[Chorus]
We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall
We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall
We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it
We gon get it get it, money we gon get it get it

We gon make it make it, we gon make it yall
We gon make it make it, we gon take it yall
We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it
We gon get it get it, we gon get it get it

[Verse 2]
My cerebral stress, eagle let it rest
Feel it in the air yeah, siegel said it best
It's a legal mess, needles need to death
Blame the government, until then I need to chef

Turn right, lead left, street games scrams
Call the cops oc, like we need a ref
You cant cheat a chef, I can see your chest
No heart, cherish your oxygen, breath your breaths

He need a rest, how he gon be the best
Like I guess a couple slugs he need to catch
See the sketch, you lassie
The gun is Frisbee proceed to fetch

Side up the hoopty, spray up the sentra
It be sixty years before I'm layed up in benter
Sprayed up her denture, your girl
Then I layed her placenta, blew hazed in her rental

Some days in December, some days I remember
A boy sugar ray want to play the contender
Just say I got a temper
And my temperature is off the thermometer

Korean New Year to Hanukah I'm bombing ya
Put you to sleep for good pajama ya
Wrangle you in ya he man pajama's
Wrap you up in your pac man sheets

[Chorus]

"Get It In Ohio"

"Get It In Ohio"


[Intro]
Waddup, Midwest?
THey forgot about the fourth coast
Uh, it ain't nuttin though
Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas
Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!

[Verse 1]
Geah! (HOLLA!)
Thinkin 'bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn that’s my nigga! (why?)
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me I’m in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s')
Left Chicago wit good money for five drops
Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?)
Bamboo and Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside)
They’ll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur’s (Waddup Madison?)
I’m the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole Ohio, but I start it off of Buckeye (dey know me!)
Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em (sure did)
Few clowns was hatin (what?!), moved my pounds to Dayton (Let's go)
And in Akron, my niggaz they would throw things
Not King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?)
Ain't he actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home
Then smack the {?}, wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone

[Chorus w/ ad-libs in background]
If you know like I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
Don’t forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin, you will look like a gyro

[Verse 2]
Yo, ga'head and hate me hater
'cause I’m flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am)
Well, you’ll get SMACKED with the radiator
And I get catered player - wanna talk? Maybe later
Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!)
Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke
Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like AIYYO!!
And you’ll get yolked up, switchblade poked up
Bitch-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes)
Cowboy roped up, y’all boys sold what?
Know what? The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here)
Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up!
Get close up, soaked up, I’m KG, postup
Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Family gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half)
Y’all doped up, this game is sewed up
Malcolm X tell the white bitch yo, I want my toes sucked

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, I’d rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
My twelve and twelve - well, they carry my bricks
and them twelve-twelve fiends, they’re married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips [laughing]
Y’all make a brotha laugh, me I took another path
Come into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?)
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't, I disappear, say POOF!
Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice
Killa! Killa..

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You know what it is, nigga - Harlem
140th & Lennox, you faggot niggaz can suck a dick, fuck niggaz
Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana
Nebraska - Omaha, what's happenin?
Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois
Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is
I'll be home soon, Killa!
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Waddup, Leche?
Yo Happy, I'ma drop another package off
Duke on that Westside of Chicago [laughs]
Waddup everybody in Columbus? [fades]

"Get Ya Gun"

"Get Ya Gun"


And now a word from out local sponsor
[Beth Melillo Speaks]
Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
with homicide being the leading cause of death
How is it possible that 200 million guns
are owned in the U.S. with only 80 million legal owners?
Until we do something, guns will continue to flood the streets
along with the consequences
DipSet, Please
[Verse 1]
That's my word word, I flip herb, birds
Coke, crack, dope, smack, ohh snap heard herb
Should talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer a brick, pie it up, supply the stuff, fly as fuck
Said word, word nigga
Just observe, I disturb from New Jerse to the curb, make 'em serve figures
Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog could ya vision a fountain
Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what) in that Christian Louboutin
Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners
Know what I feel in the winter, 80 degrees deal with a winner
I know some rowdy rowdy niggaz that rock a Audi proudly
One thing bout me doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin it well, I'm playin the sell, 50 mill like David Chappelle
My paper propel, won't lay in a cell, you takin' a L
[Hook]
This is fun nigga (Fun), you should run nigga (Run)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun)
This is fun nigga (Fun), you a dumb nigga (Dumb)
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun nigga (Gun Nigga)
[Beth Melillo Speaks]
Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun?
Juvenile gun possession is a problem
If a child obtains an improperly stored gun
the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa)
The restrictions are endless
[Verse 2]
Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug (thug)
You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove
Yup we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what)
Guns matchin my jeans (what's that) I'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why)
When that telly is ready I medley a deadly a sauce
that'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard
And and, I got them mami's screamin' damnit man
Really damnit Cam, hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of p (here drink this)
That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover
(What happened) don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya
[Hook]

"Girls"

"Girls"


[Intro]
Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain
Jim jones, santana, freaky
Lets go! what they want sing
[Chorus (mona lisa)]
Girls just wanna have fun
(oh girls)
Girls just wanna have fun
(girls juss wanna have)
[Verse 1]
Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass
Call J.R. get a fun pass
Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker
Cause she cum fast than skeet skeet nigger
We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder
Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her
P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her
So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, if rap was head
She could be twista
Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley
Up in white lotus dog you might notice
That you type bogus me I'm quite focus
And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Godamn we stuck like stuck-o
Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh)
Man see what the fighting do thats why I'm pipng boo
Aint even liking you, I'm exciting true
Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune
And a rightous view, from night to noon, day, he play
Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller!
Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker)
Upset cause what she was showin, awww man yo you aint even knowin
Ask question if youre a hoe and
Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin)
Where you goin, I'm flowin, she blowin, sky high like a boeing
Got pies like it snowin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours
Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you)
I'm parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, Honey sip sizzurp hurl of course
And you know I'm in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters
And i haul em in to the hiltons mister
I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her)
You helped her, you kissed her
You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers
[Chorus 2x]

"Girls, Cash, Cars"

"Girls, Cash, Cars"


[Cam'Ron: Intro]
Trumpets Please
I Wanna Welcome Everybody To...
Killa Season

Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set

[Cam'Ron: Verse 1]
They tried to play us (WHAT?!)
But they can't fade us (WHAT?!)
A bunch of haters (WHAT?!)
But we the greatest (WHAT?!)
That mighty dip....(WHAT?!)
The Fuckin Set.....(WHAT?!)
Show a G respect, my weed connect, got it growing like Chia Pets
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
You know I'm strapped for the drama
Afghan to Harlem, clap @ his Mama
Homeboy don't ask for the ganja, no way, hey, I relax in a sauna
Lay back, lay back, where the Cake at
A.S.A.P, A.S.A.P, I Replay that!! / (T.I)
They wack He not (T.I) We hot We got 3 glocks, right where they lay at!
Got what's left to twist, diamonds SUROOOOUND MY WRIST!
Yall all fiends, spaulding couldn't bounce like this
Yo yo, dont fuck with the po-po
Oh no, I'm bout that dough doe
Juelz he fuck with the cocoa
Niggaz going loco, that's a no-no....
HO HO HO HO HO....IT"S DIIIPSET!!!
OHH NOO, Row Boats, Coke Floats...and hit DECKS! (Shipments!!)

[Cam'Ron: Hook]
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Flashin bras (WHAT?!)
The World Is Ours! (WHAT?!)
Them Classic cars....plus GIRLS, CASH & CAARS! (WHAT?!)
CASH & CARS....GIRLS, CASH & CARS (WHAT?!)
GIRLS, CASH, CARS, GIRLS CASH AND CARS, CASH & CAAARS!

[Cam'Ron: Verse 2]
So......Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!
Yall really wanna get this started?
We all can act retarded
Ya heart has been darted, bombarded, departed! (BOOM!)
Ma ya puss stink (eww), it been underseas
Here's a Douche bag, hot rag, Summers Eve
Yes a hot bath, RUN , RUN, RUUUN It Pleeease!
You hummin G's?/ (Fumes Stinkinn)
Through ya Dungarees
Don't manuever there....here's a souvenir
Washing Set, Kit, BITCH, for ya pubic hairs / (Dirty Bitch)
Beat it, ain't no losers here
Ma tryna move up here
Send my Dick down there, that's with scooba gear
And she eat out, while she takin *Deep Cock*
Eavesdrop? Need not....Cam Walker needs not!
And my game so tight
And my aim so right
In a Range all white
Entertain all dykes, all they say all night (is)........(WHAT?!)
But 'cha Brain maayne, Will be like my chain, ON ICE
But my chain maaayne, it look like a rainbow sight

[Book]

Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
Dip...Dip..Dip
Come And Fuck With The Set
So Come & Deal Wit The Kids!!!!!
WE BALLIN BIG BABAAY!!!!

"Glory"

"Glory"


[Cam'ron]
I'm here now!
Ha! Ha!
I'm here now!
They should have never let me in the muthafuckin game b!
They done fucked up lettin me in Un
They done did it to themselves man!
Eh yo, you see him
Cam in the BM
Wit the Koreans
To G 'em
Wit land in Korea
Take the leer jet flight
When?
Thursday night
Overseas
Y'all fuck up it's worth your life
Huh, you niggaz heard me right
Uggh, for that persian white
I go to church of christ
Search a life
First to cut a nigga for his merchandise
My niggaz ball for weight
Sprinkle ten grams of coke on their corn flakes
To make em frosted flakes
Oh, these jewels on my neck
You'll say the Lord I'm saved
My shit cost some cake
You think you can afford a date
But yo your men should know
That my crew, we intend to blow
Treat you cats like Martin Lawrence
And motherfuckin end your show
When I say no
What don't you understand the N or O
Like that nigga Jigga said
Yo, you either friend or foe
So respect my wish
I'm a perfectionist
And wit the gun
Is the only time a nigga plays catch or kiss
Check the list, how many necks I twist
Who expected this, Exodus
Blow over night, or even sex a bitch
But she catch feelings everytime I hit her off
On my dick so bad I need Cochran to get her off
Ask my nigga Digga
Or my other nigga Mr. Ross
The point we get across
To make it that you get across
And cats like you, get mad and wanna holler rape
But you live in the burbs'
Your business is on the holidays
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Now where my up north niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my down south niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my east side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my west side niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Harlem World niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Iraq niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my N.O.R niggas at
Wha What!
Now where my Cam'ron niggas at
Wha What!
[Cam'ron]
Eh, yo I just wanna walk wit ya'll
I don't wanna rhyme
I just need to talk wit ya'll
How ya'll feel about me
Yo, I think I'm pretty hot
Cause when I rhyme
Niggas grab they dick and diddy bop
Then pull they skully down
And put their ice grill on
Like they don't trust a nigga
And walk around the club
Like they bout to crush a nigga
I get a nigga mad enough to when he snuff a nigga
No need to boast
Yo, I fuck around and bust a nigga
You got to love a nigga
The way I rhyme what
Cause out west they fuckin throwin gang signs up
Wildin all out and not carin where they wind up
Next day same ice grill along the lineup
Ya'll niggas' time up
No mean to trouble you
I'll snatch your kids quicker than B.C.W
What you mad about? I see a lot of tightened jaws
I got a lot of hoes, but I'm really, really liking yours
Not to nag her, wonder if I can bag her
It ain't if I can have her, it's HOW I'm gonna have her
I'm a lay her like a quarterback
On her back
On the mat
Found out that you wanna act
We ran through her
You want her back?
Come on wit that
You kiss a hoe
But when the bitch leaves
You fuck around and miss the hoe
Oh, I'm the type to kiss the hoe and diss the hoe
Choke and threaten to kill her, like her last name's Carlissimo
Listen yo, trick the hoe and get her dough
That was Pryor like Richard yo
See I done been around the world
See I met Puff and I know Mason
But still the best nation
Nigga is donation
So let me hold somethin
Yo, you can't change my livin
This robbery's a holiday
Call it Thanksforgivin'
Cause you a turkey
Talkin bout you sell weight
Nigga you had soul mates, I had cell mates
But now I've been in the same three hummers
For the same three summers
And my dice game loves me
and stays on the same three numbers
[Chorus]

"Go Outside"

"Go Outside"


[Hook - sample of The Cults song 'Go Outside':]
I really wanna go out, I really wanna go outside and stop to see your day [x2]

[Cam'ron talking over the Hook:]
Uh, it's fucked up outside man. Shit crazy man. Barack gotta hurry up and do something man - they just reelected the nigga right? - word!

[Verse 1:]
Man, my car fucked up, accelerator choked
I ain't got time, to tell you haters jokes
On my stoop they try and sell a player coke
Now I walk inside my lobby and the elevator broke? Damn
Niggas act hard, when they in the midst of folks
A hard drop baby, when they get eviction notes
They gon have to drag me out, fuck it bring 'em in to fight
Matter fact by ten tonight I'll organize a tenant's strike!
With our T-shirts saying "WE THE PEOPLE" (Us!)
Then I point at you, meet the evil (them!)
You can't neglect the feel, go back upstairs and expect to chill
But forgot to pay the electric bill
Shit, what the hell?
Saturday night, no SNL
Tomorrow Sunday, no NFL
I go on Twitter, type FML

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Far as a job, it's hard to find a steady one
Just got paid and feel like I owe everyone (damn)
Troy, Tanya, Mike, Annette, Rex
My nigga Rex, he gon have to wait 'til next check
Just got laid off, damn, what's my next step?
Cop the work from the Hill, that's my best bet
A text from Tasha, looked at it awkwardly
Said she left the doctor and she really need to talk to me
Went on for hours, she text "you ignoring me?"
Text her cordially, "yeah you move unlawfully"
Threw the phone away, grabbed me a Boost Mobile
Fuck that iPhone shit, all my moves local!
My pride defined, never lie, you could ride on it
'Bout to go to the Ave, who got 5 on it?
Split the bill with Harold, Page, and Darryl
Then I went and played spades with Ms. Carrol

[Hook]