Get It In Ohio – Cam’Ron – letras

« Get It In Ohio »[Intro]Waddup, Midwest?THey forgot about the fourth coastUh, it ain’t nuttin thoughWaddup Arkansas, Minnesota, KansasKentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou’![Verse 1]Geah! (HOLLA!)Thinkin ’bout Guy FisherNever met him, but goddamn that’s my nigga! (why?)I figure real estate, invested pie flipperNever snitch, me I’m in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s’)Left Chicago wit good money for five dropsWestside, did the Southside like the White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?)Bamboo and Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside)They’ll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur’s (Waddup Madison?)I’m the author for gangsters, tough guysDid the whole Ohio, but I start it off of Buckeye (dey know me!)Columbus to ‘Natti, them towns I raped ’em (sure did)Few clowns was hatin (what?!), moved my pounds to Dayton (Let’s go)And in Akron, my niggaz they would throw thingsNot King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?)Ain’t he actin grown, doggy you ain’t back at homeThen smack the {?}, wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone[Chorus w/ ad-libs in background]If you know like I know, you should lie lowKilla, I used to get it in OhioDon’t forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyroYou keep playin, you will look like a gyro[Verse 2]Yo, ga’head and hate me hater’cause I’m flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am)Well, you’ll get SMACKED with the radiatorAnd I get catered player – wanna talk? Maybe laterTold her, her time was up, ’88 her, Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!)Need ya neck choked, rather your neck brokeYa dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like AIYYO!!And you’ll get yolked up, switchblade poked upBitch-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes)Cowboy roped up, y’all boys sold what?Know what? The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here)Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up!Get close up, soaked up, I’m KG, postupHoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cutsFamily gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half)Y’all doped up, this game is sewed upMalcolm X tell the white bitch yo, I want my toes sucked[Chorus][Verse 3]Yo, I’d rather be judged by twelve, than carried by sixMy twelve and twelve – well, they carry my bricksand them twelve-twelve fiends, they’re married to sniffAnd the V12, that’s on various trips [laughing]Y’all make a brotha laugh, me I took another pathCome into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble bathsDuffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with mathI got the green Benz, red Range, mustard JagWhite coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuceSilver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey GoosePull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?)Duck duck, say gooseBeige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus (Jesus)H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troopsSee me, then they don’t, I disappear, say POOF!Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced toothNot pot, mean dust when a nigga say juiceKilla! Killa..[Chorus][Outro]You know what it is, nigga – Harlem140th & Lennox, you faggot niggaz can suck a dick, fuck niggazEverybody in the whole Midwest, IndianaNebraska – Omaha, what’s happenin?Err’body in Denver, Iowa, IllinoisChi-Town, Ohio, you know what it isI’ll be home soon, Killa!Milwaukee, WisconsinWaddup, Leche?Yo Happy, I’ma drop another package offDuke on that Westside of Chicago [laughs]Waddup everybody in Columbus? [fades]