DAME DASH

DAME DASH - I Am Dame Dash lyrics

(feat. Cam'Ron, Jim Jones)

[Dame Dash (Cam'Ron)]

Hopefully, y'all enjoying the album, as of yet

My name is still Dame Dash and I'm still the CEO

And I wanna take this time to kick it with my nigga Cam and my nigga Jimmy

You know, we kinda came up around the same way

110th.. 109th... 142nd.. 140th

And if I could rap, Cam, I'm telling you

I swear to God, I'd talk my shit.. (I know)

I'd talk about how I got that money and copped them cakes..

(Yeah, I got you, though) Cam, please man, COME ON!!

[Cam'Ron]

In '87, dog, my man, Dame, was a cake copper

Eighth chopper, now, he got a gray chopper

Harlem, Brooklyn, Philly, the whole state's proper

Shrimp, steak, forty-second, they ate lobsters

He used to stack up his chips

Crashed up his whip lookin' back at a bitch

Left it, 'F' it, we bout to get twelve Jeeps

'91, barbershop on 12th street

Yeah, we turned dope into dollars

Front haircuts, back 'dro in the bottle

Any beef? Cam is in place

Yeah, we got the bricks off of Hamilton Place

Papi came down with product in the bag

Put the crackhead in the taxi and we followed the cab

Downtown, no, we took 'em

We called Dookie, drove him over to Brooklyn

Their baby's mother, she once got the drop on us

We copped a bird and the bitch called the cops on us

Dame took me off the block

Hand to hand to handling the coffee pot

[Dame Dash]

Thanks, Cam, I appreciate it, but man

That's not enough, I still got some shit on my mind

I still see the cars.. I still see the fact that we were stars

I still see the rooftop..

Don't get it twisted, now, this ain't no song, like I said

I just got some shit I wish I could say

I can't rap.. matter fact, Jimmy, you first to def.. tell 'em somethin'

Please, tell niggas how to get this money

[Jim Jones]

You still got visions of the rooftop

I got visions of this Coupe drop wit invisible rooftops

One of the first, to cop cases of drinks

Cash, cars, racin' from the rink and skatin' the minks

Shit, how hard is my team?

We started from fiends, turnin' buildings to Carters, naw mean?

That's Harlem, now we partyin', sparrin' Eugene's

Bag bitches wit the bottoms from dreams

We rich, yeah.. rip up ya tar wit cars and new beams

Cop rims for every car on my team

Call shots.. Dame, I'm just poppin' my fizzle

I drop the top when it drizzle, this is what cocky can get you

Fresh to def, we move the block of that sniffle

Up on the block wit them pistols, we give a fuck if the

Cops'll come get you, Gangsta!! Man, shit, we the sickest

Some is for war, we rip up the tickets after the cops.. can you feel this?

[Dame Dash]

Man, that shit was hot

Pause.. I hope nobody's mad about that

I just had to get some shit off my chest

Matter fact, my man, FUCK YOU!!

You don't appreciate a nigga gettin' money

You don't appreciate a muthafucka that knows how to hustle

You don't appreciate a nigga that's seen a million dollars

And in that case, you ain't never gone see it

Niggas better get they mind right

'Cause I got enough fresh for one-thousand days straight!!

I could pop tags everyday for the rest of the decade!!

I'M DAME DASH!!! HOLLA!!!

[fades out]

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