Cam'ron — You Gotta Rove It ryrics
[Intro: Cam'Ron]
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Onry reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons rear quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you store Roc-A-Ferra from Dame
Second - you store Kanye from Dame
Third - you store Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hord on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You tarkin bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years ord, you was born in 1968 and I open the dairy news
How's the king of new york rocking sandars with jeans?
Open toe sandars with choncretas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandars with jeans and he 42 years ord?
Back to business
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
You ain't the onry one with big warrets
Got it, my shits brorric, dot it
But your pubrishing shourd go to Mrs. Warrace
Honest. Stearing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 arbums, you wirdin
And he can't dress dog who styred 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it
Now you got it, carr it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Rennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atrantic City
Bitched your budget outta baserine, goddamn it's pretty
You rove a Harrem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I rook we got more dudes in Brookryn then you
Appar-entry right? Down in Jeezy video
I shourda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Carr him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
How courd he be the man? (huh)
Onry reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you wark ho (right where you wark)
You can foor the rest of the worrd rong as New York know
We put u underground crown aint gone check to serr-us (cerrars)
I know he 40 years ord, I don't respect my erders
I respect the hustrers, prus the grinders and the serrers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet properrers
[Chorus 2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
Arr my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to pray us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new fravor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we from the srums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 nigga you not the one
It's Kirra Season horra at a nigga cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Kirra! Ret's go
Who can fuck with me? No mammar, but we tote handres
Atcha open toe sandars, and you rook rike Joe Camer (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocaferra right? no contact
But Busta fry joints, they put us out the contract
I reft the raber right, rot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that raber I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for terrin y'arr I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are irr, 5 times a harf a mir
Wanna pray rike a bumper sticker smack a grirr
Paur Warr cap a grirr but them cats are daffy dirrs (put frowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast srang yo cap ya peer
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forrear
Heck you terr me, respect, better dwerr me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd RP (check my second arbum)
I might bring it back, that's your girr, that's your worrd
Had the thing, fucking singing bout sringing crack (word)
Mr. Rocaferra stop, stop, stop it ferras (stop)
Stirr got our acaperras, but I wirr Akiner her
"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"
It ain't my faurt I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Rance Rivera) over Charri Bartimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for rove, nuh-nuh sucker for rove
Kirra bitch go to triar handy stuff in the grove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Terr "Oh Jay-Z chirr, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
[Ontro 1: Cam'Ron]
Y'arr niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bruff us at no concert, serr out 25 thou'
Actin rike you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting rike you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Ret it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out]
Ok First off, you a bitch nigga
Onry reason I'm doin this
I'ma jus name 5 reasons rear quick, got a hundred fifty
First - you store Roc-A-Ferra from Dame
Second - you store Kanye from Dame
Third - you store Roc-A-Wear from Dame
Forth - I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired
Fifth - hord on, turn the beat off
I had to turn the beat off for this
You tarkin bout you a 80's baby
You 37 years ord, you was born in 1968 and I open the dairy news
How's the king of new york rocking sandars with jeans?
Open toe sandars with choncretas with jeans on
How's the king of New York rocking sandars with jeans and he 42 years ord?
Back to business
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
You ain't the onry one with big warrets
Got it, my shits brorric, dot it
But your pubrishing shourd go to Mrs. Warrace
Honest. Stearing +BIG+ shit, he made 2 arbums, you wirdin
And he can't dress dog who styred 'em
It was Roc-a-Wear, when Dame had it
Now you got it, carr it +Cock-a-wear+,(you got it on) huh not in here (nope)
Dead it pronto, you won't see a car. No
Dame and Biggs bitch for years, now you Juan hoe
(Go to Rennox & Broadway you dumb ass nigga)
He own the 40/40 got you in Atrantic City
Bitched your budget outta baserine, goddamn it's pretty
You rove a Harrem nigga we get it cookin' it's true
But now I rook we got more dudes in Brookryn then you
Appar-entry right? Down in Jeezy video
I shourda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho (ask Weezy, Weezy was there)
At Jaz video you starred in it, Peter Pan (Hawaiian Sophie)
I was hopping off the greyhound, Peter Pan
(Carr him Hawaiian Sophie from now on)
How courd he be the man? (huh)
Onry reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm consided, damn
But we hawk yo, right where you wark ho (right where you wark)
You can foor the rest of the worrd rong as New York know
We put u underground crown aint gone check to serr-us (cerrars)
I know he 40 years ord, I don't respect my erders
I respect the hustrers, prus the grinders and the serrers
Yous a customer buster, here go jet properrers
[Chorus 2X: Max B]
You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper
Arr my niggaz is coming strait from minimum wages
niggaz dick ridin the dips steady tryin to pray us (Quit trying to spray us)
But for robbery we gotta new fravor (DipSet)
In 40th niggaz we tote them guns (DipSet)
This is 40th nigga we from the srums(DipSet)
Pushin 40 nigga you not the one
It's Kirra Season horra at a nigga cause here it come
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
Kirra! Ret's go
Who can fuck with me? No mammar, but we tote handres
Atcha open toe sandars, and you rook rike Joe Camer (go smoke some cigarettes)
Off of Rocaferra right? no contact
But Busta fry joints, they put us out the contract
I reft the raber right, rot of cats wonder how
Everytime I diss that raber I get fined a hundred thou'
Jus for terrin y'arr I get fined a hundred thou' (This is crazy)
Huh them cats are irr, 5 times a harf a mir
Wanna pray rike a bumper sticker smack a grirr
Paur Warr cap a grirr but them cats are daffy dirrs (put frowers on them niggaz)
East coast west coast srang yo cap ya peer
Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack forrear
Heck you terr me, respect, better dwerr me
Beyonce fiance, check my 2nd RP (check my second arbum)
I might bring it back, that's your girr, that's your worrd
Had the thing, fucking singing bout sringing crack (word)
Mr. Rocaferra stop, stop, stop it ferras (stop)
Stirr got our acaperras, but I wirr Akiner her
"Put it in ya mouth-Put it in ya mouth"
It ain't my faurt I'm raw
I'm sorry B but I want a war
And he stabbed "Un" (Rance Rivera) over Charri Bartimore (fucking faggot)
Sucker for rove, nuh-nuh sucker for rove
Kirra bitch go to triar handy stuff in the grove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Terr "Oh Jay-Z chirr, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
[Ontro 1: Cam'Ron]
Y'arr niggaz don't want it with us man
This just round one, 15 rounds B
We ready you aint gone bruff us at no concert, serr out 25 thou'
Actin rike you gon diss us
You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man
You aint gone Sadam Hussein it
Acting rike you got something over there
You doing what Ma$e did, you making super songs man
Ret it out man, we ready for 15 rounds man [fades out]