(Girl Talking)

Oh this is my *beep*

The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)

The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)

You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?

We been ridin in this car for 5 hours

What you gonna do?

(I'm gonna tell you a story)


(Verse 1: Cam'Ron)

Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie

I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie

I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie

She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies

I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known

This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes

Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes

Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro

Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them pennyloafers

A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers

Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess

Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers

Can't get paid, the earth is big

You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live

Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside

Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside

Blood played for stone gem

That's when I told him and Jim

We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?

Where's the chrome rims?

That's when you changing lanes

Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain

Change the game

And not namin' names

But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans

Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous

Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices

I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger

Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars

And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father

Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure

I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller

Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker


(Chorus: Jaheim)

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes

So we can get with the models

And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow

Now you know

All of the reasons why we chase the doe

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes

So we can get with the models

And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow

Now you know

All of the reasons why we chase the doe


(Verse 2: Cam'Ron)

Killa!

That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll

Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous

You have various leases

All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches

Chics, Cherry and Peaches

They had cherry deheaters

If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer

Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?

Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo

But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low

Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!

Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo

My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!

But they some slimmy sue

Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe

Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots

Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you

You drinkin' Henney too

Coupe Calez, when he boo

And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum

Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump

Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump

He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk

We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump

The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them


(Chorus: Jaheim)

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes

So we can get with the models

And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow

Now you know

All of the reasons why we chase the doe