Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I Know You From, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Killa Entertainment
Song language: English
Where I Know You From |
Since they cut my umbilical |
I knew it would be inevitable, That my case should go federal |
Its part of my journey, see it might concern me |
But who cam best friend, My attorney! |
Can you hold something, Can I throw you some |
Now I know you dumb, Where I know you from |
I aint got it right now, but I owe you one |
In your head, one shot from a loaded gun |
Don’t get extorted, I get escorted |
To the resort, where the girls say lets snort it |
I can import it, export it sports car |
Lets port it, fresh auto, I report I just bought it |
I scream lets get it, they aint pimp my ride |
My cars an exhibit, huh? |
next critic |
I don’t talk it I just live it, just prove it |
Tell the feds Calm down, its just music |
Man you cold fronting, beat you like you stole something |
Who you talking to, I asked you can you hold something |
Where I know you from huh? |
Where I know you from |
Where I know you from scrams? |
Where I know you from |
You got a order shorty, you should learn ring |
Your baby moms know, we call her sperm bank |
Crazy hoe, word baby bro, |
mad generous giving out falchios |
A meat eater, Ms. Domma Domma |
Honor my persona, its like a Parana’s momma |
We move bricks on the highway |
So theres bricks in my drive way |
K9 come, then the 9 spray |
My girls toe ring, that’s 55K |
Crack in 4B, Coc in 5A |
Dope in 8 °F, the hoe’s in 9J |
What can I say, You know how I play |
We hustle all night, until the skies gray |
Why you think the whole hood carotid |
He tony the tiger, yeah he like it sugar coated |
They got the cameras up; |
they want to tape a solider |
Cuz I got that tan, you can call it beige &mocha |
Talking in code, is sort of like playing poker |
Bring the pepsi in the oven, that’s the baking soda |
What up tiny bum, we were all the sorta |
Feds gave em 25, damn a quarter mortar |
But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter |
You a passer, me I got a scorers aura |
Owe me money, your wife, son, daughters oughta |
Leave the country, I’m thinking like bora, bora |
Run around with these silly secrets |
Trying to keep it real, me I’m gon really keep it |
You should really peep it, mack milly skeeted |
In your face, any case, I’m gon really beat it |
We aint never gamble, we ain’t never bet |
Where I know you from scrams, we aint never met |