Cam'Ron - Horse And Carriage lyrics

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Chorus Mase: Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Horse and carriage See my loves for hire Cam'Ron: Ay yo, you might see Cam in designer underwear In a reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere How we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare And when it comez to girls, they behind us everywhere I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial I mean what the hell is it, why you stressin' me child? It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style But when I go to court, you know the dress in the trash You not my wife, so if after the sex I be fowl You better be down, the only question better be 'how' Threaten me now, let me style, no girl datin' me now In the ST with Un, are you sexy in thongs If you'll sex in this Lex and your stuff be the bomb I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on (What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice (Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!) Chorus Cam'Ron Yo, I love when catz think they bigger than a sumo That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo Uh, you don't know what that is That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is" (And yu dunno?) Yo' guns is hand me downs (And yu dunno?) We'll put you where you can't be found (And yu dunno?) You better toughin' up (And yu dunno?) Homeboy will ruff you up (And yu dunno?) Baby, we don't need you And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too And when he got smashed I was like "me too" 'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too" And when he got the job I was like "me too" And when he almost got shot I said "me too" What you get now is just a preview We all got it out, your car's see-through Chorus Cam'Ron Ay yo, I pull up to the hotel with my whip on blast Say to the vallay homeboy "don't hit my jag" Seen the bell boy, yo he won't get my cash Just show me my room yo, and get my bags So the girl, that's my hon, I'm gon' drop this glass I guess he was shocked when I touched her stash It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight "Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right And we havin' a party later tonight Like Phil Collins have in "The Heat Of The Night" 'Cause Cam rock the party (All Night Long) 'Til when? ('Til the early morn') It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (and uh) drop ticks (and uh) we pop Cris Right now too tipsied to drive But I got my horse and carriage right outside Chorus Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Michael Foster, Puffy Combs Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and blood shed forevah And we gonna rise And we gonna rise And we gonna rise

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