Camron and DJ Kay Slay Intro (Come Home With Me) lyrics
Artist
Camron and DJ Kay Slay
Album
Come Home With Me
Song
Intro (Come Home With Me)
Lyrics
[CamRon]
How yall doin out there?
I wanna welcome yall back
Welcome some of yall for the first time, huh? Killa
We did it again, yall dont f*** wit us
Suck a d*** man, aiyyo Jones, whats good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is, whats good?
[Kay Slay]
You know how we get down, East side, El BARRIO
[CamRon]
El Barrio up in this bi***, aiyyo Kay
This bi*** blowing up my motherf***in phone right now
Man, f*** hold up, hol, yo man
[Kay Slay]
Yo son
[CamRon]
Whats good?
[Kay Slay]
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
[CamRon]
Slap her?
[Kay Slay]
Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
[CamRon]
Off the bat?
[Kay Slay]
Off the bat, just backhand her
[CamRon]
Whys that, though?
[Kay Slay]
Cause later on down the line
You aint never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you --
Cam, you dont treat me the way you used to
[CamRon]
[Laughing] Thats what Im sayin nigga
But see the thing is with me
I dont understand how a bi*** can go out
Rain, sleet, snow, f***, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her f***ing money
Knawmean?
[Kay Slay]
Nah Cam, you gotta understand
Thats cause ya game is tight
[CamRon]
Oh, nah, not me Ka, Im talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, knowhaImean?
We getting ready set this sh** the f*** off
Jones, where we at, huh? Harlem, harlem, harlem...
[Verse]
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I f*** ya moms, make you my step son
Yall be calling me daddy, cause
The Rag Muffin yall soon say
Yall f*** around with brother Num-say
Yall gonna see doomsday
Im a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that Im older
See this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking, I aint concerned with words
Act up, and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bi*** that I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami, Bow-Ca-Baton, pokin ya moms
Hauntin ya aunt, all over the dawn
Using a dope then Im gone back
Cobacabana, no joke Im bananas
Cops come for dope its a damper
Im low in Atlanta, get hot, go to Savana
Rush the crib, go in the hampter
Dont follow me, Stan-a
If you do, Im blowin the hammer
Thatll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I aint finished, thats just the start
Youll be calling for back up, praying for help
f*** my life, Im taking myself
All the achin I felt
In my crib at night, praying for wealth
bi***es dissin Whats the problem ma? I aint ballin?
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin
[Kay Slay]
Yo Cam, f*** all this rap sh**, man
Lets get down to business, Harlem
Date Added
2006-01-16
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