Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Down, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Get Down |
| Remember Santana was next |
| Now its not techs, its checks |
| And fancy collects |
| I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with bagguettes |
| Pose for the camera man |
| Me and Santana man |
| Word to my grand ma He one bad mamma jamma, dam |
| So I don’t write for the stardom |
| I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems |
| I’ve been through it headed right for the bottom |
| D.C. naw, would’ve been a sniper in Harlem (so what) |
| Thats why I throw some doe |
| To my cody from costovo |
| Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh…) |
| No one suppose to know |
| But she lay me up like the prime minister |
| Thousand grams of dope smellin’like Hine Vinegar |
| That was a lot to linger |
| But to the top I bring her |
| But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers |
| Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers |
| Slit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he’s not a singer |
| Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert |
| This pistol I’ll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA) |
| Remember I’m gonna spend my cake |
| Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects) |
| Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true) |
| Its a higher stake |
| Swiss accounts I’m goin show you how to wire cake |
| And we from BBO |
| Now you a CEO |
| Direct a Vieo |
| Your own album here we go Thats my man anytime I holla, holla with me We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $ 1.50 |
| But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl |
| I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child |
| We ain’t care we didn’t sleep we was night owls |
| Insomniatics our life styles compatible |
| Magical |
| Pops gone, shit tragical |
| Moms on mission |
| My house is where the attics chill |
| I’m like a teacher, I need me a sabatical |
| Its not irrational |
| I grew up radical |
| And you all are shook |
| I bought all my crooks |
| Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks |
| Tito and Brick yes yes come again |
| They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else) |