Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get 'Em Girls / The Mizzle Outro, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Get 'Em Girls / The Mizzle Outro |
| I get the boasters boasting, I get computers putting |
| Y’all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting |
| I do the recruiting, I tutor the students |
| I nurture they brain, I’m moving the movement |
| Whether buddist or budah, that’s judist or juda |
| I got luger to ruger, hit from 'Roota to Toota' |
| Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers |
| I’m the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers |
| I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy |
| I’ll leave you wholy, holy, you’ll say, «Holy Moly» |
| Here come thener get 'em, play Rolly Poley |
| I’ll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat |
| When it’s reaping time, I get on extra grind |
| Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine |
| Jeff Hamilton, 'Genesis,' leather time |
| Bitches say, «I'm the man», I tell 'em, «Never mind» |
| They getting nice, they got some ice |
| Let’s get the dice and roll 'em |
| Get 'em girls |
| They getting chips, they flippin' bricks |
| Get the 'Rots and Pits,' tell 'em |
| Get 'em girls |
| See acting fiesty, getting shiesty |
| Call her wifey, tell her |
| Get 'em girls |
| Just lay back, get your face slapped |
| We at the race track, eight stacks |
| Get 'em girl |
| You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga |
| Killa keeps twenty blikers, I’m getting money nigga |
| So you should move away, or join the dude in Play |
| Hey, so you can say, «I'm getting money nigga» |
| First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear |
| Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear |
| Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists |
| Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick |
| Posters on the wall, posted on my balls |
| Dick in her mouth, I tell her, I"'m getting money nigga" |
| Y’all faking the fizzle, I’m caking for shizzle |
| Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled |
| Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon |
| Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money nigga |
| Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune |
| For I get like that boom, boom room I’m getting money nigga |
| Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon |
| Since the movie Cacoon, had my uzi, platooned |
| I’m getting money nigga |
| They getting nice, they got some ice |
| Let’s get the dice and roll 'em |
| Get 'em girls |
| They getting chips, they flippin' bricks |
| Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em |
| Get 'em girls |
| See acting fiesty, getting shiesty |
| Call her wifey, tell her |
| Get 'em girls |
| Just lay back, get your face slapped |
| We at the race track, eight stacks |
| Get 'em girl |
| My team is the Goonies we where seen with buffonies |
| Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies |
| Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I’m looney |
| But proceeded to moon me, I’m getting money nigga |
| Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2 |
| I’ll help you get your son out of P. S. 22 |
| Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show |
| Fuck around, y’all gonna be up on the Maury Show |
| He in boot camp, you on food stamps |
| Welfare, no health care, a true tramp |
| And I’m lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey |
| No Rice a Roni, that’s the okey, dokey |
| Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey |
| Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty |
| Here’s some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie |
| Here’s a map, go load yourself a town, sporty |
| I was down forty, now I’m up fifty |
| Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? |
| Killa |