Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toast to Me, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 19.12.2019
Song language: English
Toast to Me |
| Oh, so that I may wor— |
| Worship you (Oh, so beautiful) |
| I need you, too |
| They said get there by midnight, I’m way beyond twelve (Fuck that) |
| I ain’t comin', I’m jettin', Le’veon Bell |
| My baby mom, they ask why I leave the chick |
| She too good for me, I’m a piece of shit (Word) |
| I’m from these cold streets, phased, braised and gold teeth |
| Me and Monsta circlin' blocks lookin' for old beef (Have you seen her?) |
| Surrounded by graveyards and murals (Cemetaries) |
| I lost my nigga, plural |
| Bloodshed and Hud 6, my brain done went sterile (Crazy) |
| Plus investigation from the bureau (FBI) |
| But the truth told, my lawyer, man, he too cold |
| But they still snoopin' around lookin' for loopholes (Yeah) |
| What you tell 'em? |
| I know the statute of limitations (Well, I do) |
| A trip to Mexico, tryna fight the temptation (Sheesh) |
| They want me back, in Juarez they waitin' |
| I look at the phone, debatin', please leave me alone, Satan |
| (Cartel want me out of retirement) All the hustlers rejoice (Rejoice) |
| Misunderstood females, I wanna hear your voice |
| (Hey, Flee) Hey, baby, have a toast on me |
| Now point at yourself and say, «A toast to me"(Hallelujah, baby!) |
| Your friend next to you, tell 'em this how it supposed to be (Supposed to be) |
| Light up that Paper Mate, AKA that potpourri |
| (Hey, Flee) Hey, baby (Shit), have a toast on me |
| Nah, it’s a toast to me |
| I mean, it all seems necessary (What?) |
| For this money, by all means necessary (Yes sir) |
| If you messed up, it’s very rare you get a pass |
| We the reasons bodegas doubled up on the plexiglass (That's what we did) |
| Why at midnight they lock the door, you gotta go |
| To the window, put your money in there when you spendin' cash (Ooh-ooh-ooh) |
| We the cause of that (Cause of that), and because of that (What?) |
| If you ever push play, I be causin' that |
| I ain’t do football, in the streets I was quarterback (Hut) |
| Freekey Zekey Deion Sanders, see, he was my cornerback (Cornerback) |
| But I’m off of that (Off of that), I’m from a dust block |
| Where some of Wu-Tang used to come and place they orders at |
| Fistfights, shootouts, problems? |
| Way short of that |
| If you had a problem, you’d be like, «I need my daughter back"(Please) |
| Doctors, insurance, nah, they can’t afford all that |
| One day you’ll be coughin', next week you in a coffin, Jack |
| A few blocks away from where the great Rich Porter sat (Location) |
| I wish I could say I was lyin', these all the facts (All the facts) |
| Facts on facts, I would unwrap my snacks |
| I ain’t even have a prize in my Cracker Jack (Nope) |
| Now the cars are like Golden State 'cause we back-to-back (Back-to-back) |
| I’m from where the slogans began, «Crack is wack"(What else?) |
| «Just say no,""This is your brain on drugs» |
| «Drug-free school zone,"name same, just slugs |
| All the hustlers rejoice |
| Misunderstood females, I wanna hear your voice |
| (Hey, Flee) Hey, baby, have a toast on me |
| Now point at yourself and say, «A toast to me"(Hallelujah, baby!) |
| Your friend next to you, tell 'em this how it supposed to be (Supposed to be) |
| Light up that Paper Mate, AKA that potpourri |
| (Hey, Flee) Hey, baby (Shit), have a toast on me |
| Nah, it’s a toast to me |