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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Jimmy Jones
Jimmy Jones
Vocals
Juelz Santana
Juelz Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
LaRon James
LaRon James
Songwriter
Gregg Green
Gregg Green
Songwriter
Seon Thomas
Seon Thomas
Composer
Earl Randle
Earl Randle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heatmakerz
Heatmakerz
Producer
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Eric "Ibo" Butler
Recording Engineer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Let's start the year off right man (that birthday shit) Dip-Set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa Enuff let's do it Killa Uh, Up and now murja it's foul murder turkeys to Cowburgers the code to i'll murder Child if you style or wild splurja Stay away o.k. Mr Giles'll hurt ya I aint go to school stayed the hell at home In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes You was selling out I was selling homes Selling dreams to the phone I can sell the tone In the science lab I mix mechemicals In silicone fella in the vanilla cone The school even play the recorder Now days he work for FEDS And plays his recorder You think he placing he taping his order Marking the bills j reed tasting the waterfucked up We duc taping his daughter That's the taping they taught us In addition add the eight and the quarters get it In addition ma, yeah you get it dog Gets it and ditch it kitchen wippen and flip it raw Get it all off the kitchen floor My bad is my bad the baddest ask me What I'm bitching for What I'm bitching for? Is to put the is in all Furs his or hers bitch go pitch it whore No disrespect mami, no disrespect at all In a year or two maybe youc an get a store You should honor my cor You wan't a honda accord I'm trying to turn you into entrepreneurs That's a real friend That's a homie right right true I fell that is only right That I live the life of rally I done did knives in alleys pipes in rallys What you do now? Now I catch flights to Cali Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudley She understands my life gets rowdy I'm the same say Prane day I'm icy outley Yo, Now I done been on both sides of the fence Now I done been on both sides of the gate survived and escaped Look at me now man I'm driving away Thinking about my old teacher who said I rot and decay(never) I go back and beep the horn at em Blowing that cheech and chong at em Yelling screaming the boy is platinum It all happens so fast They all imagine I crash But I did straight threw I'm bad Like Michael was see what the cycle does 360- Spin around, i'm the new kid in town Yeah it's coming soldier, April the month it's over Yeah your run is over The album is done I told ya What a classic I made, I look up see Cam See the game what a path that he made A beautiful mind trapped in the shade Cracking codes for the man Who only stand in the back of my brain At last I done came up in the proper way True author like the great doctor Malachi York was You can't respect the amount jewels in this new wide movement If you don't respect the amount of dudes in this too live movement Me and Killa, we like them, those two guys moving I-95 south dirty With them two pies moving moving Trying to crease out the lightning Trying to keep out the excitement But is hard in this bull-shit in this game Cause the secret indictments And you coke experimenters And you coke experiencers Be easy on the phone dog, cause you know the hearing us You styling them bitches Cause you know they serious Just picturing, it's so easy to draw Stop and freeze at them whores Then we speed off in cars Then we breezing the law Blowing that weed from my jaw G's up hoe's down EASTSIDE to by dog (EastSide) All the time man Thanks for even asking Or we be seen in apens In that pool house that hot tub with that steam relaxing And we be seen in action Keep them fiends collapsing And they thirsty and they nodding and the be? They see me my actions I cruise by in a beemer just laughing I let that rock and roll I coping poppy's load It was like coping gold, I shut down poppy's load I hit the strip dog I see the cops get load Now I'm living the life I got to stop and close Big cars big stars like it's rock and roll let's rock and roll
Writer(s): Earl Randle, Laron L. James, Cameron Giles, Renee Kirk, Joseph Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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