Intro (feat. DJ Kay Slay) Testo

Testo Intro (feat. DJ Kay Slay)

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[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

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