Get ’em Girls – Cam’Ron – letras

[Cam’Ron]I get the boosters boosting, 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 buddhist or Buddha, 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 loosier of hoosiersI rock mostly dolce, I roll mostly doelyI’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 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)She 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 buffooniesToonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman’s, 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 and honey do, Cam – VS1 and 2I’ll help you get your son out of P.S. 22Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri showFuck around, y’all gonna be up on the Maury ShowHe in bootcamp, you on food stampsWelfare, no healthcare, a true trampAnd I’m lokey lokey, 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 loan 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)She 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 pile up in the rear, 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 fa’shizzleFuck a Sizzler steak, my stakes they sizzleEight, boom, boom, my ace boon coonShake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tunesFor I get life, that boom boom room (I’m getting money nigga)Wreck ‘N Effects, zoom zoom in pum pumSince the movie « Cancun » 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)She 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)The Mizzle Outro:Cam’ron:YeahAightGet ’em bitchGet overIt’s overPurple Haze it’s overWe must thanks for youThank you bitchesI can press youWe love you nowGet up, it’s overCinema is emptyPurple Haze cinema is emptyWe must goBye-byeSee you soonBitchPor NanLopes