Cam'Ron - Why They lyrics

rate me

See you lucky man... you lucky to be around me nigga

U better take on the oxygen you suckin all the h2o nigga

My new name is mother fuckin velcro the way niggaz stick to me no homo

Harlem 100 million dollars lovely dame and big

Shots to like wayne and big

No need explain yah dig

Somone come claim this kid

He a fraud, the city morg, gone claim his wig

Wanna be famous? well the game is rigged this is harlem

Were we scramble crack, beef come handle that

Melt them down to candle wax, pump water we camel backs

Not camel toes, sandal cat can't do jack

Place a order well cancel that jaffe set it

Any problems baby, come to harlem baby

We drive several coupes, gray orange cherry coupes

Girls ball like cheryl swoopes, dudes hustle on every stoop

Your jewelry truley, beef and brocs mah are very cute

I'm like a can of cambells bitch yeah I'm very soup

Look the kid done rose, to sleepin with roaches

In my nostril pick my nose, damn mice bit my toes

We slingin get yah ratchet bang it don't forget yah clothes

Lived in 56 and 46 live my crows

My grandmaother faught they grandmother mrs rose

Uncle came down gat explode, that case disclose

Cause we'll damage yah ameatuer don't play with pros

They compose, nice girls thay get turned to naked hoes

They wanna get the boy, hand cuff wrist the boy

Cause I'm the cookie monster yep chips ahoy!

Ahoy from over seas they ship the toys

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh

See my mind designa dump, pump when I find the pump

I'm a lift him ten feet she said he ain't tryna duck

Do like my hair cut, line em up I lay em down

Sign em up, I swear to god garbage bags in line and drunk

I keep loaded guns, for every five bricks

My connect throw me one, you don't know me son

Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin

And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood diamond

I hug the block, it hug me back

Yeah it trust I'm grindin, I told my watch

Now look at my watch love my timin

Name stop, drop it, dog you not poppin

When I'm a stop frontin, when yah mom stop coppin

Shit you not rockin, stop watchin, glock cocked

Dots shots in, call em re-run he pop lockin

When I stop his heart with some head shots

Better yet he barney rubble, he in bed rock

Yeah you know we dead, when the grass is green

And the suits is black, and the roses red

That's the kiss of death baby boy go to bed

And I don't kiss mah I kno yah head so go ahead

I start wildin on you, I tell you it won't be polite,

You mad I'm stylin on you, duck down, weave the right

Pull the gat out two shots, peace goodnight

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me man

Why they fuckin with me why they fuckin with me huh