- Cam'ron Get It In Ohio 歌词
- Cam'ron
- [Intro] Waddup,
Midwest? T
Hey forgot about the fourth coast
Uh, it ain't nuttin though
Waddup Arkansas,
Minnesota,
Kansas Kentucky,
Missouri, everybody in the
Lou'! [Verse 1]
Geah! (HOLLA!)
Thinkin 'bout
Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn that抯 my nigga! (why?)
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me
I抦 in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s')
Left Chicago wit good money for five drops
Westside, did the
Southside like the
White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?)
Bamboo and
Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside)
They抣l dearly depart ya, in front of
MacArthur抯 (Waddup Madison?)
I抦 the author for gangsters, tough guys
Did the whole
Ohio, but
I start it off of
Buckeye (dey know me!)
Columbus to '
Natti, them towns
I raped 'em (sure did)
Few clowns was hatin (what?!), moved my pounds to
Dayton (Let's go)
And in Akron, my niggaz they would throw things
Not King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?)
Ain't he actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home
Then smack the {?}, wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone [Chorus w/ ad-libs in background]
If you know like
I know, you should lie low
Killa, I used to get it in
Ohio Don抰 forget the
Chi though, guns are like a pyro
You keep playin, you will look like a gyro [Verse 2]
Yo, ga'head and hate me hater 'cause
I抦 flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am)
Well, you抣l get
SMACKED with the radiator
And I get catered player - wanna talk?
Maybe later
Told her, her time was up, '88 her,
Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!)
Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke
Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like
AIYYO!! And you抣l get yolked up, switchblade poked up
Bitch-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes)
Cowboy roped up, y抋ll boys sold what?
Know what?
The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here)
Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up!
Get close up, soaked up,
I抦 KG, postup
Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
Family gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half)
Y抋ll doped up, this game is sewed up
Malcolm X tell the white bitch yo,
I want my toes sucked [Chorus] [Verse 3]
Yo, I抎 rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six
My twelve and twelve - well, they carry my bricks and them twelve-twelve fiends, they抮e married to sniff
And the V12, that's on various trips [laughing]
Y抋ll make a brotha laugh, me
I took another path
Come into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble baths
Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
I got the green
Benz, red
Range, mustard
Jag White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills,
Grey Goose
Pull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?)
Duck duck, say goose
Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to
Jesus (Jesus)
H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops
See me, then they don't,
I disappear, say
POOF! Play
Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice
Killa! Killa.. [Chorus] [Outro]
You know what it is, nigga -
Harlem 140th &
Lennox, you faggot niggaz can suck a dick, fuck niggaz
Everybody in the whole
Midwest, Indiana
Nebraska -
Omaha, what's happenin?
Err'body in
Denver, Iowa,
Illinois Chi-
Town, Ohio, you know what it is
I'll be home soon,
Killa! Milwaukee,
Wisconsin
Waddup, Leche?
Yo Happy,
I'ma drop another package off
Duke on that
Westside of
Chicago [laughs]
Waddup everybody in
Columbus? [fades]
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