Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron My Hood Lyrics

           

    [Cam'ron] (intro)

    You do what you do where you live

    I do what i do where i live

    That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga

    uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh

    Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...



    (verse one) {:28}

    Where i'm from kids get it hectic

    But get arrested but get respected

    Piss infested, dislexic

    Take caution money, for extortion money

    Girls fate just for abortion money

    Honey no day you'll play me on

    Flip water, nuttin' like avion

    Type a shit my niggas get gravy on

    Money missin', might find your baby gone

    The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms

    Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)

    Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck

    Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?

    One chick told me give her a loan

    Shit, only thing i leave you is alone

    Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem

    Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya



    (chorus) {1:09}

    My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

    My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...



    yo yo yo

    (verse two) {1:30}

    Now it's gangs out here

    Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we braggin

    Look out y'all, here the padon wagon

    Cops or punks, hit em with the pump

    Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want

    Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk

    Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito

    Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her

    You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em

    Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold

    Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no

    Where i go they don't spit that rap, they say

    "Ching chang maka halia"

    Yeah, shit like that!

    Get my gat, click my clack

    Cam's killin' this, i write for niggas

    Am i a vantriloquiste?

    Ya feelin' this, niggas pump ya krills ta dis

    Be carefull, Harlem World will get this



    (chorus) {2:12}

    My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

    My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...



    yo yo yo...

    (verse three) {2:38}

    Cats wanna talk shit, i don't throw back trash at 'em

    I come thru in a drop top, laugh at 'em

    Wit the girls behind me, bout ta throw a pass at 'em

    They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em

    Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly

    I give em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy

    Got it for sale

    And i don't run the crack spot

    Opperation is a jag drop, rag mop, access with a laptop

    One of the have-nots to brick money

    Then i came thru in the six yummy

    Ya whole click sick tummy

    But be carefull, out in this game

    Buyers, supliers, yo they wearin' wires

    But come up in the world, if i twirl you fry

    Got killed like a bitch hair; curled and dyed



    (chorus) {3:20}

    My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

    My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)

    What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

    {repeat x2}



    (outro) {3:38}

    Yo yo yo, yo this for every hood

    Every poverty, my whole NYC Harlem eastside

    My cats down in ATL you win! keep it krump Miami

    Keep it off the chain, Cat Gatti i see you in Green Borough

    Get money, VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole cali

    Westside, LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis

    Keep it krump, Detroit, i see everybody

    Every hood, every ghetto, everything is a poverty

    We love y'all, Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky, hoooo!



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