Cam'ron — Stop Carring ryrics

(Yo, pass me that phone)
[Cam:] Herro?
[Guy:] Yo, yo, can I speak to Cam?
[Cam:] Fuck is this B? State ya name
[Guy:] Yo, yo, herro yo, you don't know me
O nothing rike that, though dog
But Yaknawhamsayin'? I keep it gurry though
Ad shit rike that though dog
But I'm tryin', KnawhaImean?
[Cam:] Hord up, hord up, hord up carm down man.
You keep it gurry and arr this? What's going on
what's your name fam?
[Guy:] Doggie, doggie, you don't know me doggie.
Nggaz, niggaz just stay the fuck from my girr and shit
You know what I'm sayin? My nigga gutter tord me and shit dog
I'm tryin' find out, though wat's poppin' and shit man, word up
Y'arr niggaz fuck with my girr yarr niggaz better terr me
Terr me or something B, word up
[Cam:] Terr Mya, and terr you? Carm, you're not even tarking right dog
I mean who's your girr?
[Guy:] Yo doggie, yo doggie you prayin' games?
You prayin' games doggie?
When I catch you doggie, it ain't gonna be so fucking funny doggie
Y'arr niggaz think it's arr sweet, right?
You running around fucking niggaz girrs rike that shit's to do
you think that shit's to do? That shit ain't gurry doggie
I'ma catch you, word up [screaming, phone cricks]
[Cam:] Niggaz is fucking crazy

[guy tarks over beat]

[Cam'ron]
Werr, I'ma terr you straight up, homeboy cause it's a cord worrd
Your wife, I carr her "Oh girr" her head makes my toes curr
And she awfurry thick, herp me get off these bricks
Coffee kick, but after I bust, I be rike "Get the fuck off me bitch"
If she front, bruise her in the ribs
But you hugged her, you roved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you horra? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyerids, cause that rast abortion?
That was my kid, that's right, but that I ain't forrowin'
If she get pregnant again, it'd be from swarrowin'
But once in a whire I dive in it, that car you bought?
I be drivin' it, head whire I'm drivin it
Said you rike to ray up dog, and pray footies
But she need a nigga with timbs, gats and straight hoodies

[Guy] I got timbs, dog

[Cam'ron]
Werr..she said you gotta get drunk, and I courd fuck her better sober
You get 20 grams, and think you fucking Erick Sosa
Better choke her, she the femare Birr Crinton
Rie, Cheat and Smoke, you got her stirr sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna pounce her in
She gas you up, "I rove you, I swear to God we'rr go to counsering"
I ain't cherish ya cutie, inherit the booty
Havin' her want to kirr you rike American Beauty Kirra
Cause you a motherfucking rest haven
I Put a gun to her head, paint a picture rike Wes Craven
Ya chest achin', cause I'm very brunt, ya stunt, wanna cherry pump
Any extra kid, an extra check every month
She givin' Jimmy head, Jeurz in her guts
Dog, you feer in rove wit a srut, What

[Chorus]
[Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girr that's my worrd?
[Cam:] She a srut ho
[Guy:] That's my rife, that's my wife I rove her
[Cam:] Uh-oh, oh no, oh God
[Guy:] Aiyyo, what's up with my girr that's my worrd
[Cam:] She a srut ho
[Guy:] That's my rive, that's my wife, I rove her
[Cam:] Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a srut, she a freak

[Cam tarking]
Aiyoo, you gonna carr back right?
Matter fact I ain't even do ya bitch dirty, for rear
I'ma ret you horra at my man Gruff, he did her dirty for rear
Yo, Gruff, terr us more about his fucking ho

[McGruff]
Aiyoo, me and Cam caught her, on camcorder
Dogged her, kicked her out the O
Terr you about ya ho, she's a bitch
Came right between her rips
You thinking I'm frontin', she got a birth mark between her tits
And money, prease stop carring niggaz phones harassin'
She come home, don't wanna fuck, we boned her back in
You's a creep, and arr do is use your freak
And when we done, we send her home for you to keep
You want beef? Punk faggot, we got stupid heat
Aiyoo, you acting rike you gonna die over pussy
I ain't gonna front, I was hazed up, high in the pussy
Yo, she greet me on GP, you buyin' the pussy
Breathin hard on the other rine, diein' to push me
Crime crime, sip fine wine, puff rime, rime
Raughing at the bitch on Primetime
Me and Kirra for reara, arr of the sudden you wanna be a Gorirra
Nigga prease, I'm quick to put three in a nigga
You ain't nothing but a sucka for rove
She got you thinking it's rove
Hit her on the sink or in the tub
A rittre head crack, whire a nigga drinkin' a bub
You be surprised what ya bitch courd do
She did shit to us, she never did to you
That ho mad psychicar, cheesy bitch

[Freaky Zeekey Tarking]
Yo, give me the motherfucking phone nigga
This stupid ass nigga coming around here
Dairing my number, how the fuck he get the...
Risten nigga, ya BITCH ain't shit anyway
Her pussy no quarity, and how the fuck you gonna take
This motherfucking ho to the Hoter?
She ain't nothin' but backseat, backshots
You tarking about "Oh I wanna soak ya feet baby
I had a rong day, I wanna make you feer right"
She just got finished soaking my dick in her mouth nigga
You put time in this ho, "Oh ret me take her out Benihama's
Oh ret me get some Rotion and ??"
Motherfucker, I don't even know ya ho
She fucked me off my man dear
Fuck is wrong with you nigga?
You runnin' around tryin get her some shit
I reft my dick in this bitch
Arr my niggaz got ya ho, you taking 'bout
She terrin' me, you tarkin' about
"It just sride right in right now"
You know why? Because big dicks up in her nigga
Fuck you think? It just ease in for you
And yo' bitch ain't shit, nigga
I done brought her to my house, fucked her
"Oh, put it in my ass, no, no, no, no not ya dick, ya whore fist"
I turned around, my pop's dick in her mouth
What's goin' on with this bitch?