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[Verse 1: Cam'ron] My paper, yes, my paper Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters" Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker Drop-driver, girl-getter, dice-shaker Try play us, your whole crew will be price payers Knife-waver, gat-toter, life-taker Nice flavor, real fruity like Clyde Davis Sweat suit, fly Asics, (coke test) I ace it I been rich, since 20, bitch Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy pictures Sue me nigga, told me she want me to make her booty bigger I'm the reason, true, but the reason she breezin' through (Why) She ain't smart, she want a part in Killa Season 2 Get her a audition, get 'em in a mortition She 'bout to dead 'em, y'all couldn't see the boy vision [Chorus: Cam'ron] Come to our party They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like (La la la bomba") Songtexte[Verse 2: Cam'ron] Like fry chicken, they wingin' ock, me, I bring in gwop I ain't sell enough records to have the things I got First bring a drop, bring a store, bring a yacht Bring the crib, bring the horse, chain cold, rings are hot Let me stop, these niggaz like to sing a lot Shot him in his hand, like his girl, finger-pop Ain't no trouble askin', I'm in the bubble flashin' Walther P.P.K.380, double-action Played the restaurant, in the Yves Saint Laurent Patent leather, black and decker, did your girl, played yo' aunt Like a.45, I popped and dump her Hung up, she called me back, tried to block her number She could not get dumber, in the winter, blocks are summer Your son my little man, yo' pops my runner He washed the whip, said "Y'all alliance is gone" Then he pulled out a wrench and turned the hydrant on [Chorus: Cam'ron] Come to our party They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like (La la la bomba") Aye carumba (la la la bomba) Niggaz pull out they Llamas like (la la la bomba) Like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) Like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) [Verse 3: Vado] Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime) Can't stop, hit the horn at least three times They like who that (who that) nigga we that (we that) 40th to 4-deuce, Lennox where we be at Here, take this raw too, finish then you re that Banana clips sweep, six feet where you sleep at Nigga believe that, that short change, leave that You don't need a G-pack, the whole thing, we keep that So what's goodie, black suede and hoody No chain, I seen more bang bangs than boogie (Haa) Yeah, I straight aim it fully And techs don't wanna talk cause my main man's the bully Yeah this kid is the truth I said "Killa, fuck the cars, just gimme the booth" [Chorus: Cam'ron] Come to our party They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like (La la la bomba") Aye carumba (la la la bomba) Niggaz pull out they Llamas like (la la la bomba) Like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) Like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) Aus Songtexte Mania