Cam'Ron - I'm Nice lyrics

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Yo, turn me up some b!

I'm about to lace ya'll

Check it out

I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!

Whoever think I'm not nice

This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!

See the drug game was always the man's sport

That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred grams bought

On the transport kept it inside the Jansport

A real hooty game, we ain't care who we blame

Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a moody aim

You know the mayor nigga, a fight crime approach

Acting like a kind host but gettin time for a roach

A little indo

That's when yo, I said I'm messin with these bimbos

It's easier to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe

It don't take much to make her

Just take her to a place where It's nice

Show her the ice and might give her a fake fur

Cause girls I control them classy

Old and sassy

Old and nasty

I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he gassed me

But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy

Just a while ago I was rollin badly

We was on the low wit Aggie

But now what have we

Range Ro' and Navy life size

My girl yo she slices pies

A benz is what my wife drives

You know Qeet' nigga

Executive thug

But she respects me and loves

Don't let your head meet her slug

Until she sprayed out and layed out

Ineffections of blood

A lil' thick chick that'll click quick

Do anything for the dick dick

You know what else that puzzles me?

I find this shit a riddle

How come when you got a lot?

People say you got a little

Like they say you act a little funny

Cause you got a litte money

And you did a little song and

Made a little money

Oh, you know my favorite

Oh, you think you a little star

Cause you got a little fans and you drive a little car

I prove they all are liars

Saying that they got a fire

Hang em up on a barber wire

Yo, you think you got attire

To the point like Stoudamire

Yeah I'm a harsh nigga

That drink hard liquor

A six benz car getter

You know Digga

He ain't rich

He's a star figure

Platinum deep

Hangs with Jews

Chills up at their barmitzfah's

He loves the hooligans

Now we eat at houlihans's

Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre

We told them niggas Who the Man

Pulled the toast out on these niggas one time

And even Cuda ran

You know that I'm a skitzo

Who listens to calypso

But I'm quick though

And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo

Ask my Queens niggaz how I get dough kiko

Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks

Ask my man how I beat up shit

And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up quick

Every six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides

Every hit my bank rise, and no bitch I ain't high!

I've been hotter

Since I was in pampers hittin pinatas

You win nada

Come on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa

So I'm glad you sat down

I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down

He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns

But me I never back down

My mother, she can sign that

I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that time

Nigga I wanna rewind that

So go ahead and rewind it faggot

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