Cam'ron lyrics
Cam'ron lyrics
"Get 'Em Girl lyrics"
Come On Our Men lyrics
Sunderland you're part of me This is my hometown Follow you from shore to sea Never let me down No distance is too great for me Motorways up and down Where you are is where I'll be Been to every town Chorus : Don't you know we're Sunderland We are Sunderland Can't you see we're Sunderland And we say come on our men In far off lands we hear the cry We are Sunderland In Santa Cruz and Paraguay Dance to marching bands Munich or
Sunderland you're part of me This is my hometown Follow you from shore to sea Never let me down No distance is too great for me Motorways up and down Where you are is where I'll be Been to every town Chorus : Don't you know we're Sunderland We are Sunderland Can't you see we're Sunderland And we say come on our men In far off lands we hear the cry We are Sunderland In Santa Cruz and Paraguay Dance to marching bands Munich or
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
Where Have You Been lyrics
You took the lot and there's only dirt You took the bet and you lost my shirt You walked my dog and you let it run away You took yourself on a holiday You said you needed to get away Then I got a postcard from the room... Here I must have known you For so many years but You always seemed to slip away... (Where have you been?) I'm been upon the sea (Where have you been?) Out on the Twilight Zone (Where have you been?) I've be
You took the lot and there's only dirt You took the bet and you lost my shirt You walked my dog and you let it run away You took yourself on a holiday You said you needed to get away Then I got a postcard from the room... Here I must have known you For so many years but You always seemed to slip away... (Where have you been?) I'm been upon the sea (Where have you been?) Out on the Twilight Zone (Where have you been?) I've be
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
That Great Love Sound lyrics
Changing Your Strut When You Know I'm Behind You Changing Your Ways Cause You Don't Know What To Do I Only Wanna Tell You How I Feel Inside If Only You Could Listen Try To Change Your Mind So I Walk Right Up To You And You Walk All Over Me And I Ask You What You Want And You Tell Me What You Need Can't You Feel It All Come Down Can't You Hear It All Around At The Place Where Lost Is Found That Great Love Sound Talk
o eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tuneChanging Your Strut When You Know I'm Behind You Changing Your Ways Cause You Don't Know What To Do I Only Wanna Tell You How I Feel Inside If Only You Could Listen Try To Change Your Mind So I Walk Right Up To You And You Walk All Over Me And I Ask You What You Want And You Tell Me What You Need Can't You Feel It All Come Down Can't You Hear It All Around At The Place Where Lost Is Found That Great Love Sound Talk
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
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I Need A Chick lyrics
I NEED A CHICK TO SUCK MY DICKI NEED A DOG TO LICK MY HOGI NEED A CAT TO STROKE MY BATI'M PUKIN AND SHITIN' AND DYIN' OF THIRSTI AIN'T GOT NO FIELD TO PLOWTHERE'S NO HOLE FOR MY POLEI'D FUCK A MINK STOLEI NEED A WOMAN WHO UNDERSTANDSTHERE'S NOTHING MORE SPIRITUAL THAN DOG STYLE LOVEAND WHEN I FIND HERI'M GOING TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEESI'M GOING TO EAT HER'CAUSE SHE'S THE MOON
t him a maury flow, from the maury showI NEED A CHICK TO SUCK MY DICKI NEED A DOG TO LICK MY HOGI NEED A CAT TO STROKE MY BATI'M PUKIN AND SHITIN' AND DYIN' OF THIRSTI AIN'T GOT NO FIELD TO PLOWTHERE'S NO HOLE FOR MY POLEI'D FUCK A MINK STOLEI NEED A WOMAN WHO UNDERSTANDSTHERE'S NOTHING MORE SPIRITUAL THAN DOG STYLE LOVEAND WHEN I FIND HERI'M GOING TO GET DOWN ON MY KNEESI'M GOING TO EAT HER'CAUSE SHE'S THE MOON
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)