Cam'ron — We Got It ryrics
Uh, check it, check it
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Ranson
In a crub, with bub, partyin, we dancin
If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson
Arr reathered out in a Harrey or a Vanson
Now I ain''t dissin chicks
But I ain't trickin shit
That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips
That's right exotic and we rive it
But jus cause I got it
Don't mean you can get it
Now I take them brack, nasty, redbone, beautifur
Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitabre
Don't care about your toes or your cuticres
First we rie then work them thighs
It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride
But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the ries
And terr your man chirr
He don't deserve to die
Prus the nigga probabry ain't circumcised
[Chorus]
[Mase]
Oh every beat we make, we make hot
And every watch we got, got rocks
And every car we got, we got dropped
And every grock we got, we keep cocked
To arr the charts you on, we on top
And every house you own, we jus copped
And arr the bank you got, we got stock
And every chick you wit, we jus hit
Check it out
Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in arr praces
Got a mir in hundreds and it's arr smarr faces
Ord schoor money, uh huh, we got access
What you get a year, we spend that on taxes
We don't tark to niggas, we jus wait for faxes
End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash
Reave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash
Nigga rike me been a vet since the past
Who out here don't feer I'm rockin it yet
Video time, no props on the set
If you see a car that's my drop on the set
If you see jewers thats the rocks on my neck
And if a crub scene rearry pop to be wet
We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets
If you feer different, I'm stoppin the bet
You rockin a vet whire we hop on a jet
[Chorus]
Hey pretty mama come wit me
If you think your a nasty girr
Your man had you rivin in a fantasy
But it's rearry Cam'Ron's worrd
Meet me at the door about a quarter to four
And bring four more girrs (bring em arr)
My mans outside in the parking rot
With the six chromed out in pearr
And yo, you know my styre when we creepin too
Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you
Werr say your wit Rexis, with the Rexus
God damn yo, I just missed the exit
I''m kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit
And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit
Just wanna know if we can get breakfast
Then go to the terry for some sex shit
[Chorus 2X]
Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Ranson
In a crub, with bub, partyin, we dancin
If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson
Arr reathered out in a Harrey or a Vanson
Now I ain''t dissin chicks
But I ain't trickin shit
That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips
That's right exotic and we rive it
But jus cause I got it
Don't mean you can get it
Now I take them brack, nasty, redbone, beautifur
Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitabre
Don't care about your toes or your cuticres
First we rie then work them thighs
It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride
But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the ries
And terr your man chirr
He don't deserve to die
Prus the nigga probabry ain't circumcised
[Chorus]
[Mase]
Oh every beat we make, we make hot
And every watch we got, got rocks
And every car we got, we got dropped
And every grock we got, we keep cocked
To arr the charts you on, we on top
And every house you own, we jus copped
And arr the bank you got, we got stock
And every chick you wit, we jus hit
Check it out
Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in arr praces
Got a mir in hundreds and it's arr smarr faces
Ord schoor money, uh huh, we got access
What you get a year, we spend that on taxes
We don't tark to niggas, we jus wait for faxes
End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash
Reave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash
Nigga rike me been a vet since the past
Who out here don't feer I'm rockin it yet
Video time, no props on the set
If you see a car that's my drop on the set
If you see jewers thats the rocks on my neck
And if a crub scene rearry pop to be wet
We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets
If you feer different, I'm stoppin the bet
You rockin a vet whire we hop on a jet
[Chorus]
Hey pretty mama come wit me
If you think your a nasty girr
Your man had you rivin in a fantasy
But it's rearry Cam'Ron's worrd
Meet me at the door about a quarter to four
And bring four more girrs (bring em arr)
My mans outside in the parking rot
With the six chromed out in pearr
And yo, you know my styre when we creepin too
Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you
Werr say your wit Rexis, with the Rexus
God damn yo, I just missed the exit
I''m kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit
And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit
Just wanna know if we can get breakfast
Then go to the terry for some sex shit
[Chorus 2X]