[Cam:] What up boy, boy?
[Guy:] Ain`t nothin` boy, boy, it`s good in the hood
[Cam:] What`s poppin` boy, boy?
[Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin` jacks boy, boy
My man Smit` over hear, he`s got somethin` on his mind
[Cam:] `Sup Smitty?
[Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right
now, boy, boy
He don`t understand this is real in the hood boy, boy
[Cam:] Why you ain`t smack boy, boy?
[Guy:] Well he got somethin` on his mind, you know what I`m sayin`?
I`m tryin` show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand
I`m tryin` let `em live boy, boy, this is real ya` understand?
You need to stop playin` with me like that boy, boy
[Cam:] Yeah, I`m a holla at nigga, boy, boy
[Verse 1]
Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow
Wen`t from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show
From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin` Os
Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin` for Hos
Lookin` for hos, to straight up baggin` one
From my game in her brain, ain`t no wagon, hun (Ain`t no wagon bitch)
From the wagon, garage to the house
Dinnin` room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch
Couch to the bedroom, my dick`s in her mouth
Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya`)
Front door, to `You know where the Jacuzzi is?`
Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid
Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did
She a houchie groupie Cooley is
Who am I? Come on, can`t be for-reala
Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla
From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers
High papers, that`s my nature
Do five you now, y`all die later
Come to your wake, look at you; `Hi hater`
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