Cam'ron - More Reasons lyrics
(Girl Talking) Oh this is my *beep* The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.) The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.) You shut the *beep* up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) (Verse 1: Cam'Ron) Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, 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 pennyloafers A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfin' 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 namin' 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 Ms. Parker (Chorus: Jaheim) 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 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 (Verse 2: Cam'Ron) Killa! That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous 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 Ithica, Ithica, 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, whoa! Playin' 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 sweatsuit, 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 runnin I guess they could relate to them (Chorus: Jaheim) 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
