Bellissima Lyrics - Dj Quicksilver

CAM'RON 

Miscellaneous 

Intro"(feat. DJ Kay Slay 

[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 

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[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? 

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[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