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Lirik Lagu Get 'Em Girl - Cam'ron

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I get the boasters boasting, I get computers putingY'all get shot at, call me, I do the shootingI do the recruiting, I tutor the studentsI nurture they brain, I'm moving the movementWhether buddist or budah, that's judist or judaI got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producersI'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiersI rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololyI'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heatWhen it's repping time, I get on extra grindFried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdineJeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather timeBitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"
[Chorus]They getting nice, they got some iceLet's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)They getting chips, they flippin' bricksGet the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)See acting fiesty, getting shiestyCall her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)Just lay back, get your face slappedWe at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
[Cam'Ron]You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby niggaKilla keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)So you should move away, or join the dude in PlayHey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gearStallion of the year, medallions in my earWhips on my fists, houses on my wristsYour budget on my neck, your spouse on my dickPosters on the wall, posted on my ballsDick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzleFuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzledEight, boom, boom, my ace boon coonShake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poonSince the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)
[Chorus]They getting nice, they got some iceLet's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)They getting chips, they flippin' bricksGet the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)See acting fiesty, getting shiestyCall her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)Just lay back, get your face slappedWe at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
[Cam'Ron]My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffoniesToonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and BloomiesWant to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looneyBut proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22Get him a maury flow, from the maury showFuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury ShowHe in bootcamp, you on food stampsWelfare, no healthcare, a true trampAnd I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokeyNo Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, DokeyMe and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokeyPull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shortyHere's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodieHere's a map, go load yourself a town, sportyI was down forty, now I'm up fiftyBuck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?Killa
[Chorus]They getting nice, they got some iceLet's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)They getting chips, they flippin' bricksGet the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)See acting fiesty, getting shiestyCall her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)Just lay back, get your face slappedWe at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)