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Camron - Get Em Girls Lyrics

[Cam'Ron]
I get the boosters boosting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddhist or Buddha, that's judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+
Chick from Hooter to Hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the loosier of hoosiers
I rock mostly dolce, I roll mostly doely
I'll leave you wholly 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 heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
She acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

[Cam'Ron]
My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffoonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman's, and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)
Baby, BS and honey do, Cam - VS1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
And I'm lokey lokey, leave you pokey pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey Dokey
Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go loan yourself a town sporty
I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me!?
Killa


[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
She acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

[Cam'Ron]
You acting funny nigga, come dumb dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)
So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking fa'shizzle
Fuck a Sizzler steak, my stakes they sizzle
Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tunes
For I get life, that boom boom room (I'm getting money nigga)
Wreck 'N Effects, zoom zoom in pum pum
Since the movie "Cancun" had my uzi platooned (I'm getting money nigga)

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
She acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

The Mizzle Outro:

Cam'ron:
Yeah
Aight
Get 'em bitch
Get over
It's over
Purple Haze it's over
We must thanks for you
Thank you bitches
I can press you
We love you now
Get up, it's over
Cinema is empty
Purple Haze cinema is empty
We must go
Bye-bye
See you soon
Bitch

Por NanLopes