| Uh, how y’all doing out there?
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| I wanna welcome y’all back
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| Welcome some of y’all for the first time, huh? |
| Killa
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| We did it again, y’all don’t fuck with us
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| Suck a dick man, ayo Jones, what’s good?
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| Santana, Freekey
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| They gon' be mad this time, huh?
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| Ayo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
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| Harlem, you know what it is, what’s good?
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| You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
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| El Barrio up in this bitch, ayo Kay
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| This bitch blowing up my motherfucking phone right now
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| Man, fuck, hold up, hol', yo man
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| Yo son
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| What’s good?
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| I gotta tell you like my dog told me
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| When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
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| Slap her?
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| Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
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| Off the bat?
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| Off the bat, just backhand her
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| Why’s that, though?
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| Cause later on down the line
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| You ain’t never gotsta to worry about
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| That chick telling you --
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| «Cam, you don’t treat me the way you used to»
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| That’s what I’m saying, nigga
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| But see the thing is with me
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| I don’t understand how a bitch can go out
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| Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
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| And then go give another nigga her fucking money
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| Knahmean?
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| Nah Cam, you gotta understand
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| That’s cause ya game is tight
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| Oh, nah, not me Ka', I’m talking about another nigga
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| I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhamean?
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| We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
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| Jones, where we at, huh? |
| Harlem, Harlem, Harlem…
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| Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
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| 'Fore I fuck your moms, make you my stepson
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| Y’all be calling me daddy, cause
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| The Rag Muffin y’all soon say
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| Y’all fuck around with brother Num-say
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| Y’all gon' see doomsday
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| I’m a savage but colder
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| Now I rock karats that I’m older
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| See this parrot on my shoulder?
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| He do the talking, I ain’t concerned with words
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| Act up, and be returned to the birds
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| I return with them birds, any 28 grams
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| A bitch that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
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| I be in Miami, Boca Raton, poking your moms
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| Her and ya aunt all over the Don
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| Using a dope then I’m gone, back
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| Copacabana, no joke I’m bananas
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| Cops come for dope it’s a damper
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| I’m low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
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| Rush the crib, go in the hamper
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| Don’t follow me, «Stan-a»
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| If you do, I’m blowing the hammer
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| That’ll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
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| I ain’t finished, that’s just the start
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| You’ll be calling for back up, praying for help
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| Fuck my life, I’m taking myself
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| All the aching I felt
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| In my crib at night, praying for wealth
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| Bitches dissing, «What's the problem ma? |
| I ain’t balling?»
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| Now every ten minutes, hoe prank calling
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| Yo Cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
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| Let’s get down to business, Harlem… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro (Cam'Ron/Purple Haze) , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Purple Haze, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп