Lirik Lagu You Gotta Love It - Cam'ron
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(feat. Max B)
[Intro: Cam'Ron]Ok First off, you a bitch niggaOnly reason I'm doin thisI'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fiftyFirst - you stole Roc-A-Fella from DameSecond - you stole Kanye from DameThird - you stole Roc-A-Wear from DameForth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was firedFifth - hold on, turn the beat offI had to turn the beat off for thisYou talkin bout you a 80's babyYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily newsHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans onHow's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?Back to business
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]You ain't the only one with big walletsGot it, my shits brollic, dot itBut your publishing should go to Mrs. WallaceHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildinAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'emIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had itNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. NoDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic CityBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's prettyYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's trueBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then youAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy videoI shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)How could he be the man? (huh)Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damnBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)You can fool the rest of the world long as New York knowWe put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my eldersI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellersYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers
[Chorus 2X: Max B]You gotta hate us the way we getting this paperAll my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wagesniggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)Pushin 40 nigga you not the oneIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]Killa! Let's goWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handlesAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)Off of Rocafella right? no contactBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contractI left the label right, lot of cats wonder howEverytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a milWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grillPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peelDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forrealHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell meBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your worldHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"It ain't my fault I'm rawI'm sorry B but I want a warAnd he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for loveKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the gloveI'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
[Ontro 1: Cam'Ron]Y'all niggaz don't want it with us manThis just round one, 15 rounds BWe ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'Actin like you gon diss usYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush manYou aint gone Sadam Hussein itActing like you got something over thereYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs manLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out]
[Intro: Cam'Ron]Ok First off, you a bitch niggaOnly reason I'm doin thisI'ma jus name 5 reasons real quick, got a hundred fiftyFirst - you stole Roc-A-Fella from DameSecond - you stole Kanye from DameThird - you stole Roc-A-Wear from DameForth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was firedFifth - hold on, turn the beat offI had to turn the beat off for thisYou talkin bout you a 80's babyYou 37 years old, you was born in 1968 and I open the daily newsHow's the king of new york rocking sandals with jeans?Open toe sandals with choncletas with jeans onHow's the king of New York rocking sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?Back to business
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]You ain't the only one with big walletsGot it, my shits brollic, dot itBut your publishing should go to Mrs. WallaceHonest. Stealing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 albums, you wildinAnd he can't dress dog who styled 'emIt was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had itNow you got it, call it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. NoDame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe(Go to Lennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)He own the 40/40 got you in Atlantic CityBitched your budget outta baseline, goddamn it's prettyYou love a Harlem nigga we get it cookin' it's trueBut now I look we got more dudes in Brooklyn then youAppar-ently right? Down in Jeezy videoI shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan(Call him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)How could he be the man? (huh)Only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damnBut we hawk yo, right where you walk ho (right where you walk)You can fool the rest of the world long as New York knowWe put u underground clown aint gone check to sell-us (cellars)I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my eldersI respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellersYous a customer buster, here go jet propellers
[Chorus 2X: Max B]You gotta hate us the way we getting this paperAll my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wagesniggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us (Quit trying to spray us)But for robbery we gotta new flavor (DipSet)In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)This is 40th nigga we from the slums(DipSet)Pushin 40 nigga you not the oneIt's Killa Season holla at a nigga cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]Killa! Let's goWho can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handlesAtcha open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel (go smoke some cigarettes)Off of Rocafella right? no contactBut Busta fly joints, they put us out the contractI left the label right, lot of cats wonder howEverytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'Jus for tellin y'all I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)Huh them cats are ill, 5 times a half a milWanna play like a bumper sticker smack a grillPaul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz)East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peelDown in Houston ask B I'ma mack forrealHeck you tell me, respect, better dwell meBeyonce fiance, check my 2nd LP (check my second album)I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your worldHad the thing, fucking singing bout slinging crack (word)Mr. Rocafella stop, stop, stop it fellas (stop)Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinel her"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"It ain't my fault I'm rawI'm sorry B but I want a warAnd he stabbed "Un" (Lance Rivera) over Charli Baltimore (fucking faggot)Sucker for love, nuh-nuh sucker for loveKilla bitch go to trial handy stuff in the gloveI'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
[Ontro 1: Cam'Ron]Y'all niggaz don't want it with us manThis just round one, 15 rounds BWe ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert, sell out 25 thou'Actin like you gon diss usYou got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush manYou aint gone Sadam Hussein itActing like you got something over thereYou doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs manLet it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out]
