Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweetest, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song 1st Of The Month: Box Set, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Killa Entertainment
Song language: English
Sweetest |
First Blood died, then Reg Def |
Then Big L killed, his brother Lee next |
Weeyes, E stress, V next, late 90's Lynch Mob, Lou Simms, Squeeze Texx |
C2 died, Pap Lawdy gone (gone) |
Lawdy ma nigga I miss him, shot to Lawdy moms |
Two 5, Hefele 33rd, he got shot in Mt Vernon, it’s a dirty world |
Then grandpa Jerry, his son Theodore |
Ma neighbour, Frieda, Warnell too, Jesus Lord |
R.I.P. |
Mamsy, my boys Bert an Jazz, Vernon an DJ, Ake man- first half |
They shot me, word black no dirt nap |
I thank God, Henlo, the lam murf texx |
It gets me bitter, forget d twitter I stay high and glitter |
Cause I miss my niggas |
You’re the sweetest thing I know |
But then the rain blows cold |
There’s no power on this earth |
To separate us baby! |
Cause |
No Cosby show, rocky roads |
So it’s fuck haters, weirdos and cocky hoes |
I’m from Lennox Ave, shots fired, stop and roll |
Or shoot back and let him catch it like a common cold |
We had common goals, but even mama knows |
Our drama goes Obama with the Llama, they dominoes |
I’m Brett Favre, rather sorta like em |
I took my cheeseheads on Jets to see my Vikings |
I quarterback em, it’s more than rapping |
Few names won’t say, but I oughta slap em |
They envious of the ambiance |
Guess it’s strenuous living with your mom and aunt |
You thirty-something |
Yeah, thirty-something |
No ki’s, pounds, towns on the curb he pumping |
I’m top model, getting model top |
I bust a nut like a bottle pop, Mazel Tov |