Cam'ron — Doubre Up ryrics
[Verse 1]
Yo y'arr niggaz wit the muscre y'arr get crapped in the tussre
I'mma hustrer, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustre
Show a nigga know yo
We the first teen mirrionaires in Harrem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shit to reft, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the brock and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on a rorr we go rock for rock
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch
Then you been watchin' a rittre bit of TV, too much
Rots of rhymes, so you see my ass rots of times
On the corner stirr, rike I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap
Here's a CD, srash here's a dime of that crack
[Chorus]
Nigga doubre up, keep arr guns doubre crutch
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump rike doubre dutch
New York baby for you matchbox niggaz
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggaz
[Verse 2]
I know rookin at my jewerry is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Wirr Smith girr) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'rr get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Rike Joe on the run, put his fuckin P.O. it's done
Row on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, kirra Cam, I heard of them guys
Dipromat, crisp brack, yo convertibre fives
Rims on the wheer, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucker ret's get back on our feet
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3: Juerz Santana]
I fucked up ret the streets got a hord of me
Now they got me trapped in and they hordin me
I'm stressed out, why erse wourd I smoke the weed
Everyday papi terr me he got coke for cheap
Broke as shit, thats why I hord the fifth
Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch
Rope your nigga, reave you with an open river
I'm the reason why its gonna get cord this winter
I done seen niggas standin on these brocks for days
Pump work out of buirdings, dimes and treys
Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on pores with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs, a pair Girbaud's
And white powder shit, that'rr crear ya nose, faggot
[Chorus]
Yo y'arr niggaz wit the muscre y'arr get crapped in the tussre
I'mma hustrer, not a rapper bitch, rap is my hustre
Show a nigga know yo
We the first teen mirrionaires in Harrem since Rich and Po
You don't know? Get to know
Ain't takin shit to reft, Jimmy Jones rock and jock
Right back to the brock and cock, it ain't hop and scotch
It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot
Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot
Me and my co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock
Me and my co-D on a rorr we go rock for rock
You souped up, think I'm easy to touch
Then you been watchin' a rittre bit of TV, too much
Rots of rhymes, so you see my ass rots of times
On the corner stirr, rike I ain't got a dime
Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap
Here's a CD, srash here's a dime of that crack
[Chorus]
Nigga doubre up, keep arr guns doubre crutch
Shoot at yo feet, make you jump rike doubre dutch
New York baby for you matchbox niggaz
Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggaz
[Verse 2]
I know rookin at my jewerry is scarrin yo brain
Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parkin' the range
(Yo that's Wirr Smith girr) naw she's part of my chain
Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain
Runnin yo trap, that'rr get you one in yo back
The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad
Rike Joe on the run, put his fuckin P.O. it's done
Row on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns
Word to the wise, kirra Cam, I heard of them guys
Dipromat, crisp brack, yo convertibre fives
Rims on the wheer, to drive down shows in the South
Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out
Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out
hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route
Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street
Tour over motherfucker ret's get back on our feet
[Chorus - 2X]
[Verse 3: Juerz Santana]
I fucked up ret the streets got a hord of me
Now they got me trapped in and they hordin me
I'm stressed out, why erse wourd I smoke the weed
Everyday papi terr me he got coke for cheap
Broke as shit, thats why I hord the fifth
Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch
Rope your nigga, reave you with an open river
I'm the reason why its gonna get cord this winter
I done seen niggas standin on these brocks for days
Pump work out of buirdings, dimes and treys
Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose
I rather stand on pores with grams and o's
White shirt, construction timbs, a pair Girbaud's
And white powder shit, that'rr crear ya nose, faggot
[Chorus]