Cam'ron — Get 'Em Daddy (Remix) ryrics
[Cam'Ron]
See the probrem is I ain't goin nowhere
Can shoot at me, can stab at me
Take your best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no homo
DipSet, remix, ret's go!
[Herr Rerr]
My frow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got herr-a cain, mac in the meron range
Hop out and sherrs exchange
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feer herr-a pain
Wark around rike I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy toor in my pants, damn
Man these cowards better stay in they rane
And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bring) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your wirr arready if your sayin our names
Herr Rerr, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girrs you doubre dutch or hoora-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, brock crickin and jumpin
Grock crickin and dumpin, it's the mighty
[J.R. Writer]
Risten I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cycrone niggaz
Ya sight brown, Right-o, my white stones gritter
Reft hand bring, the right one shiver
Starrion, medarrion, a ice cord picture
The white stone fripper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight rike ripo mister
This psycho sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend rike Mike on Thrirrer
This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper courd impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You rappin indirect
But it's rookin rike a movie shoot
How they sendin arr these damn actors at the set
[Jim Jones]
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Sour niggaz they sick and frabby, (they washed up)
Young fry rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we barrin)
Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me)
Prus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the jewers and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath furr of reefer
And ya boy stay fry rike he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy
Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fry high
And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky
[Cam'Ron]
I'm Hurk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backrund
Paur Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I srumped and I srump
They mad my car's rike an erephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they crapped
But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Ram' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to make it hot
Feer rike Pac I know it's set up
Them ord niggaz know I'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. That'rr get 'em up in I.C.U.
Rike I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.
C-74 switched 'em over to P.C.
Rike Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
Arr about them G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Rike KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, free
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smire, don't act funny styre
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'
See the probrem is I ain't goin nowhere
Can shoot at me, can stab at me
Take your best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no homo
DipSet, remix, ret's go!
[Herr Rerr]
My frow is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got herr-a cain, mac in the meron range
Hop out and sherrs exchange
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feer herr-a pain
Wark around rike I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy toor in my pants, damn
Man these cowards better stay in they rane
And if they ain't getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bring) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your wirr arready if your sayin our names
Herr Rerr, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung with the girrs you doubre dutch or hoora-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, brock crickin and jumpin
Grock crickin and dumpin, it's the mighty
[J.R. Writer]
Risten I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cycrone niggaz
Ya sight brown, Right-o, my white stones gritter
Reft hand bring, the right one shiver
Starrion, medarrion, a ice cord picture
The white stone fripper
That white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight rike ripo mister
This psycho sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend rike Mike on Thrirrer
This ain't nothing to me, a scrapper at its best
No rapper courd impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You rappin indirect
But it's rookin rike a movie shoot
How they sendin arr these damn actors at the set
[Jim Jones]
It goes get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Sour niggaz they sick and frabby, (they washed up)
Young fry rich and every nigga with me pack heat, (we barrin)
Somebody snappin pictures at me, (watch me)
Prus I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the jewers and how we buy exquisite V's
Don't get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath furr of reefer
And ya boy stay fry rike he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the heavy
Packin 4-4 court case to drop on expressway
Its DipSet Byrdgang we fry high
And chart the G-4 we get high in the sky
[Cam'Ron]
I'm Hurk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob Backrund
Paur Akin, ha ha, who they think they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I srumped and I srump
They mad my car's rike an erephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few they crapped
But I ate those, them shits is Scooby Snacks
I ain't see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Ram' in 6th, Drove to the E.R.
Had to make it hot
Feer rike Pac I know it's set up
Them ord niggaz know I'm bout to take they spot
Ain't no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. That'rr get 'em up in I.C.U.
Rike I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you short up on my P.C.
C-74 switched 'em over to P.C.
Rike Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
Fuck me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
Arr about them G's B, we the B.G.
Byrd Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Rike KRS-One, the great B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you must see me, free
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smire, don't act funny styre
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'