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Cam'ron

Genres: Hip-Hop

Who's Nice Lyrics - Cam'ron

Yo, turn me up some b! 

I'm about to lace ya'll 

Check it out 

I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b! 

Whoever think I'm not nice 

This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas! 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! 

See the drug game was always the man's sport 

That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought 

On the transport kept it inside the Jansport 

A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame 

Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim 

You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach 

Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach 

A little indo 

That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos 

It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe 

It don't take much to make her 

Just take her to a place where It's nice 

Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur 

Cause girls I control them classy 

Old and sassy 

Old and nasty 

I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me 

But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy 

Just a while ago I was rollin badly 

We was on the low wit Aggie 

But now what have we 

Range Ro' and Navy life size 

My girl yo she slices pies 

A benz is what my wife drives 

You know Qeet' nigga 

Executive thug 

But she respects me and loves 

Don't let your head meet her slug 

Until she sprayed out and layed out 

Ineffections of blood 

A lil' thick chick that'll click quick 

Do anything for the dick dick 

You know what else that puzzles me? 

I find this shit a riddle 

How come when you got a lot? 

People say you got a little 

Like they say you act a little funny 

Cause you got a litte money 

And you did a little song and 

Made a little money 

Oh, you know my favorite 

Oh, you think you a little star 

Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car 

I prove they all are liars 

Saying that they got a fire 

Hang em up on a barber wire 

Yo, you think you got attire 

To the point like Stoudamire 

Yeah I'm a harsh nigga 

That drink hard liquor 

A six benz car getter 

You know Digga 

He ain't rich 

He's a star figure 

Platinum deep 

Hangs with Jews 

Chills up at their barmitzfah's 

He loves the hooligans 

Now we eat at houlihans's 

Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre 

We told them niggas Who the Man 

Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time 

And even Cuda ran 

You know that I'm a skitzo 

Who listens to calypso 

But I'm quick though 

And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo 

Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko 

Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks 

Ask my man how I beat up shit 

And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick 

Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides 

Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high! 

I've been hotter 

Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas 

You win nada 

Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa 

So I'm glad you sat down 

I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down 

He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns 

But me I never back down 

My mother, she can sign that 

I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time 

Nigga I wanna rewind that 

So go ahead and rewind it faggot 

 

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