Cam'ron Lyrics
Cam'ron Lyrics
"My Niggga Pooh Lyrics"
Evangelina Lyrics
by Hoyt Axton and K Higginbotham I dream in the morning That she brings me water And I dream in evening That she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter From Puerto Penasco Evangelina in old Mexico There's a great hot desert South of Mexicali And if you don't have water Then you better not go Tequila won't get you Across the desert
Intro: Cam'ron]
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
That’s right with lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
When he got caught with the (Boy) w
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact Guru start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say d
by Hoyt Axton and K Higginbotham I dream in the morning That she brings me water And I dream in evening That she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter From Puerto Penasco Evangelina in old Mexico There's a great hot desert South of Mexicali And if you don't have water Then you better not go Tequila won't get you Across the desert
Intro: Cam'ron]
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good, I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin
That’s right with lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
She playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it
Wanted Dead Or Alive Lyrics
[Recorded instrumentally by John Petrucci for a student, before ] [Images And Words was released. Chris Collins, one of Dream ] [Theater's earliest vocalists got a hold of the tape and decided ] [to add some vocals of his own to the background music. ] [Lines in {} are the "extra" lyrics. ] - Jon Bon
out pick on up[Recorded instrumentally by John Petrucci for a student, before ] [Images And Words was released. Chris Collins, one of Dream ] [Theater's earliest vocalists got a hold of the tape and decided ] [to add some vocals of his own to the background music. ] [Lines in {} are the "extra" lyrics. ] - Jon Bon
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he wheezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas bitchin (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn, whoa, whoa....
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I fuck for my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
When he got caught with the (Boy) w
Some Days Are Made For Rain Lyrics
(Lind/Galdston) We held each other 'til the moon was high We waved that sleepy little town good bye And driving off together we crossed our hearts Living for the promise that love would keep us honest I said I'd be yours if you'd be mine We were crazy baby And every day the sun was sure to shine But it tried and tried Sometimes the wind makes a sud
went to court for the (Boy)(Lind/Galdston) We held each other 'til the moon was high We waved that sleepy little town good bye And driving off together we crossed our hearts Living for the promise that love would keep us honest I said I'd be yours if you'd be mine We were crazy baby And every day the sun was sure to shine But it tried and tried Sometimes the wind makes a sud
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squallin!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa...holla...listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matterfact Guru start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
[Verse 4: Juelz Santana]
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say d
Superman Lyrics
Thank you God For this great opportunity To Share with you exactly how I feel I'm not well And I Think that I should tell you That I think I got the raw end of the deal Don't get me wrong 'Cause it's not like I blame you But sometimes things get crazy on their own I'm ashamed Of the way I point my finger 'Cause deep down I have reaped what I have sownmn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
Niggas demand ransoms over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body’s feelin like finicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollow’s, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....
Thank you God For this great opportunity To Share with you exactly how I feel I'm not well And I Think that I should tell you That I think I got the raw end of the deal Don't get me wrong 'Cause it's not like I blame you But sometimes things get crazy on their own I'm ashamed Of the way I point my finger 'Cause deep down I have reaped what I have sown
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)
[Cam'ron]
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
Niggas demand ransoms over them grands scramblin (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Well fuck it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body’s feelin like finicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollow’s, huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) Killa....