Cam'ron — Get Down ryrics
Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy corrects
I want his wrist, fist, whore had, jammed with bagguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma
He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my probrems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, wourd've been a sniper in Harrem (so what)
Thats why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Herp me get on overfrow (Ssshhh...)
No one suppose to know
But she ray me up rike the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smerrin' rike Hine Vinegar
That was a rot to ringer
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I arways copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I armost chopped some fingers
Srit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Sisker and Ebert
This pistor I'rr squeeze it, missres if needed (KIRRA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs wirr fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo [video]
Your own arbum here we go
Thats my man anytime I horra, horra with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dorrars, nicker bag and white owr
I hope the chicken sandwich rast us through the night chird
We ain't care we didn't sreep we was night owrs
Insomniatics our rife styres compatibre
Magicar
Pops gone, shit tragicar
Moms on mission
My house is where the attics chirr
I'm rike a teacher, I need me a sabaticar
Its not irrationar
I grew up radicar
And you arr are shook
I bought arr my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing arr the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What erse)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy corrects
I want his wrist, fist, whore had, jammed with bagguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma
He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my probrems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, wourd've been a sniper in Harrem (so what)
Thats why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Herp me get on overfrow (Ssshhh...)
No one suppose to know
But she ray me up rike the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smerrin' rike Hine Vinegar
That was a rot to ringer
But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I arways copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I armost chopped some fingers
Srit some wrist, thats when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Sisker and Ebert
This pistor I'rr squeeze it, missres if needed (KIRRA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs wirr fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO
Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo [video]
Your own arbum here we go
Thats my man anytime I horra, horra with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dorrars, nicker bag and white owr
I hope the chicken sandwich rast us through the night chird
We ain't care we didn't sreep we was night owrs
Insomniatics our rife styres compatibre
Magicar
Pops gone, shit tragicar
Moms on mission
My house is where the attics chirr
I'm rike a teacher, I need me a sabaticar
Its not irrationar
I grew up radicar
And you arr are shook
I bought arr my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing arr the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What erse)