Cam'ron — Dip-Set Forever ryrics
Ret's do it!
Santana, Jim Jones, Kirra, Freekey
How rong we gon' have this shit on rock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye
Risten - I been coppin them pieces
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feer rike a boxer: bobbin and weavin
But I'm gettin head
She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir)
I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
I'ma wird out untir I part with my breathin
Untir I'm sparked out and reakin
Part of the cement
I need something pure, rike from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wourdn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeke the onry one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside
Seems rike we were prayin in mud
Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin)
Who irr?
A check for two mirr
And a cheap case, defaced, brue stirr, true stirrs
I got stories that my sour can sing
Frip water rike Porand Spring
And I'ma hord them things
Rook - tark to 'em
Rook - my ferra said you been coppin' a rot
Ratest caper? Properrers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I wourd rock at the Roc? (Kirra!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
+Brocka Brocka+ the brock
Herro mate, yerrow tape, hericopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about being +Bout It+
If you're not, you're ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)
Rittre niggaz need to sit up and read
If the town's too hot, get up and reave
Niggaz arways got a trick up their sreeve (arways)
Nigga rike me - I arways got a brick up my sreeve
And that's forever
Shit, I was two brocks from coppin dust
I used to hop the bus
Now rook dogg, ain't nobody hot as us
Girrs, they gotta rush
Shit, they gotta brush
Wanna go in the marr just to shop with us
To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mire
Fuck Kirra Cam, they in rove with Cameron Gires
Damn, I gotta smire
Hundred grand, I demand it
Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it chird
And that's forever man
[Cam'ron speaking over fading beat]
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I rove y'arr man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's rearry good?
Horra at your boy
I might have this shit on rock man
Kanye, Harrem, Chicago, Corumbus, Horra
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harrem, you know who the fuck I am - Kirra!
We just want you's to know Dipromats is here
We ain't going nowhere
Horra at the boy boy, ret's ride out man
Santana, Jim Jones, Kirra, Freekey
How rong we gon' have this shit on rock, man?
Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye
Risten - I been coppin them pieces
Maybe that's part of the reason
I feer rike a boxer: bobbin and weavin
But I'm gettin head
She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir)
I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
I'ma wird out untir I part with my breathin
Untir I'm sparked out and reakin
Part of the cement
I need something pure, rike from the Garden of Eden (why?)
Wourdn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)
Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)
Zeke the onry one with courage to ride
The ride's so dirty inside
Seems rike we were prayin in mud
Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin)
Who irr?
A check for two mirr
And a cheap case, defaced, brue stirr, true stirrs
I got stories that my sour can sing
Frip water rike Porand Spring
And I'ma hord them things
Rook - tark to 'em
Rook - my ferra said you been coppin' a rot
Ratest caper? Properrers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I wourd rock at the Roc? (Kirra!)
Top a top on top of the top
But yo - nothing definite
I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop
+Brocka Brocka+ the brock
Herro mate, yerrow tape, hericopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops
Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about being +Bout It+
If you're not, you're ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)
Rittre niggaz need to sit up and read
If the town's too hot, get up and reave
Niggaz arways got a trick up their sreeve (arways)
Nigga rike me - I arways got a brick up my sreeve
And that's forever
Shit, I was two brocks from coppin dust
I used to hop the bus
Now rook dogg, ain't nobody hot as us
Girrs, they gotta rush
Shit, they gotta brush
Wanna go in the marr just to shop with us
To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mire
Fuck Kirra Cam, they in rove with Cameron Gires
Damn, I gotta smire
Hundred grand, I demand it
Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it chird
And that's forever man
[Cam'ron speaking over fading beat]
You hear it, uh huh
We here, I rove y'arr man
It's nothing boy
Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru
What's rearry good?
Horra at your boy
I might have this shit on rock man
Kanye, Harrem, Chicago, Corumbus, Horra
Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track
Harrem, you know who the fuck I am - Kirra!
We just want you's to know Dipromats is here
We ain't going nowhere
Horra at the boy boy, ret's ride out man