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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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More Reasons - (feat._Jaheim)
Lyricist:Philip James Bailey, Cam'ron Giles, Chad Hamilton, Jaheim Hoagland, Ryan Presson, Charles Stepney, Maurice White
Oh, this is my The reason that we here, the reason that we here You shut the up, what can you do? We been riding in this car for 5 hours, what you gonna do? I'm, I'm gonna ride this car I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance y'all, 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 penny loafers A train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfing 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 naming 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 Miss. Parker
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Get the whips the kicks, and clothes So we can get with the models 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
Killa, that nigga man, let me break it down real simple for y'all Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious 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
Ithaca, Ithaca, 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, woah
Playing 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 sweat suit, 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 running I guess they could relate to gump, forest that is
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
Yo, this is the part of the story with me Mizzle and Cam verses me
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