That's Me (Clean Version)
Cam'ron"That's Me (Clean Version)" is a song by Cam'ron, released in 2000 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:37 long and contains 112 lines and 743 words.
0:00That's Me (那就是我) - Cam'ron
0:00I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
0:04You put my food in the dark
0:06And expect me to look for my plate on some mr
0:09Magoo sh*t ***** i look like
0:12I'm not going to watch this go on any longer
0:22Whoooooooooooo
0:32I'm on ya'll
0:35Harlem who else is going to hold us down
0:40Bloodshed niggas
0:42Let's get it right this time
0:45Understand
0:49Killer
0:51Yo i don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's
0:54Like it's all good down at the hit factory
0:57Be on 54th whole clique backing me
1:00All that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery
1:03I ain't no rapper b i skeet oozies
1:05And i can't act turned down 3 movies
1:07So gimme your chain your jewels and your cash
1:10And your fast food i'll eat your food fast
1:13My rude a** carries 3 weapons
1:16And i'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping
1:19Who else in a hurry to mirk
1:21We k**l girls R**e em' bury their skirts
1:24Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work
1:26I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work
1:29But met this knucklehead thought he want a order
1:32Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter
1:34Tell me it's the man can't be
1:37Be glad i'm not in her damn panties
1:39Got her damn handy
1:40How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy
1:43I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family
1:45Your uncle tom your aunt tammy your grandmammy
1:48Your right hand man randy understand me
1:51In antlanta i got an outlandish
1:52Land piece and a matching land
1:54Desert calasandi
1:56You know the one with the whips that's me
1:58The one with the chips and the chips that's me
2:01The one with the toast pants saggy yelling out get at me
2:04Get at me ni**a that's me
2:06The one that be running and dodging you
2:09The one that be sucking mad d**k you
2:11The one that's scared of some yay yo
2:14Always wanna lay low
2:15Cause your girl say so you biatch
2:18I could show you some ice
2:19Throw you a bite
2:21You not that good dog
2:22Who told you you're nice
2:23Ay yo your crew switch siders
2:25When i come through hey cam
2:27Dick riders
2:28But i only mess with navigators 528
2:306 drivers big buyers
2:32Where you live we live liver
2:34Come through stick your suppliers
2:37Mack so many hoes d**k in siliva
2:39Gash her up ma put it on you mouth
2:42Then i grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out
2:44And i don't got beef
2:46I don't play those games
2:48If i did though believe me i would say y'all names
2:50Go to your house red dot scope your crib
2:53Smack your earth
2:54Snatch your seeds choke your wiz
2:55My crew split it was my mistake
2:58But to my ni**a duke we all make mistakes
3:01I'm going to get sh*t right if i spend my cake
3:03Jimmy i'm a get you up out of 5h
3:06This is for my niggas that load the pipe
3:09Saying i'm the best just not promoted right
3:11You know my life
3:12Drink smoke roll some dice
3:14Control the hiest
3:15Know i'm a patrol your schiest
3:17We all get schiest
3:18Ma keep all your rice
3:19Wedding ring hell no
3:21I like all my ice
3:22Niggas tried to make killa cam all polite
3:25Turn on the set now ***** i'm like poltergiest
3:28You the type talk about everything you got now
3:31I interupt you like "not now you hot owl"
3:34My rings like a dog all rock wild
3:36When i flash it everybody shocked "wow "
3:39I see y'all concerned about me
3:41You don't got to go to school to learn about me
3:44Yo the one with mad guns that's me
3:46The one with the yay for 23 that's me
3:49The one with the ice sliced coke half price
3:52Yoke that's nice that's me
3:54The one that's scared of a scuffle you
3:57The one that say "baby girl i love you " you
3:59The one that talk about hustling
4:01Never seen a oven
4:03You all about nothing you biatch
4:07Told you i got us this time around niggas
4:10Feeling me some huh
4:14Harlem i got us ni**a
4:18Santana freaky zeeky jim jones
4:23Feshon run with us or run from us or
4:26Get run the ***** over
4:28It's ***** us so ***** y'all
4:30Killa *****
4:32Killa *****
4:33Killa *****
4:34Killa *****
4:35Killa *****
4:37Killa *****
That's Me (那就是我) - Cam'ron I'm not going to watch this go on any longer You put my food in the dark And expect me to look for my plate on some mr Magoo sh*t ***** i look like I'm not going to watch this go on any longer Whoooooooooooo I'm on ya'll Harlem who else is going to hold us down Bloodshed niggas Let's get it right this time Understand Killer Yo i don't understand how these cats sip daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on 54th whole clique backing me All that click clackery takes your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper b i skeet oozies And i can't act turned down 3 movies So gimme your chain your jewels and your cash And your fast food i'll eat your food fast My rude a** carries 3 weapons And i'll give your face a c-section and keep stepping Who else in a hurry to mirk We k**l girls R**e em' bury their skirts Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with work But met this knucklehead thought he want a order Came and asked me stop pitching to his daughter Tell me it's the man can't be Be glad i'm not in her damn panties Got her damn handy How you going to ever ask stop carrying candy I'm going to sell to anybody in your damn family Your uncle tom your aunt tammy your grandmammy Your right hand man randy understand me In antlanta i got an outlandish Land piece and a matching land Desert calasandi You know the one with the whips that's me The one with the chips and the chips that's me The one with the toast pants saggy yelling out get at me Get at me ni**a that's me The one that be running and dodging you The one that be sucking mad d**k you The one that's scared of some yay yo Always wanna lay low Cause your girl say so you biatch I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog Who told you you're nice Ay yo your crew switch siders When i come through hey cam Dick riders But i only mess with navigators 528 6 drivers big buyers Where you live we live liver Come through stick your suppliers Mack so many hoes d**k in siliva Gash her up ma put it on you mouth Then i grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out And i don't got beef I don't play those games If i did though believe me i would say y'all names Go to your house red dot scope your crib Smack your earth Snatch your seeds choke your wiz My crew split it was my mistake But to my ni**a duke we all make mistakes I'm going to get sh*t right if i spend my cake Jimmy i'm a get you up out of 5h This is for my niggas that load the pipe Saying i'm the best just not promoted right You know my life Drink smoke roll some dice Control the hiest Know i'm a patrol your schiest We all get schiest Ma keep all your rice Wedding ring hell no I like all my ice Niggas tried to make killa cam all polite Turn on the set now ***** i'm like poltergiest You the type talk about everything you got now I interupt you like "not now you hot owl" My rings like a dog all rock wild When i flash it everybody shocked "wow " I see y'all concerned about me You don't got to go to school to learn about me Yo the one with mad guns that's me The one with the yay for 23 that's me The one with the ice sliced coke half price Yoke that's nice that's me The one that's scared of a scuffle you The one that say "baby girl i love you " you The one that talk about hustling Never seen a oven You all about nothing you biatch Told you i got us this time around niggas Feeling me some huh Harlem i got us ni**a Santana freaky zeeky jim jones Feshon run with us or run from us or Get run the ***** over It's ***** us so ***** y'all Killa ***** Killa ***** Killa ***** Killa ***** Killa ***** Killa *****
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