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Where I'm From
Cam'ron featuring Dutch
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Uh, uh, ohh shit
Once again nigga, uh-huh
I'm from where niggas get killed for runnin they mouth
I'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they house
Cop coke, strap it to the waist of they spouse
I don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin about
Got a deal, I don't know what perpetratin about
Got big guns dog, one pop, and you out
Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth
While I lean back geekin, how she lovin my house
Let me tell you three things that the Dutch is about
Cuzzi, bubbles, grass, roll dick in your mouth
And when you hear that "UHH!", he kickin you out
Hell nah I ain't no hater, that's just what I'm about
They wanna flip me, bounce me, half and quarter ounce me
Try to speak my name out loud and mispronounce me
Hit me, four-five rubber grip me
Them hoes love me in the 5, but the dealer tryin to six me
Dimes wanna twist me, nah, you can't kiss me
Go 'head with the Mo' at the bar, you better Cris' me
Baby blue 5-28 doin 60
Cuttin swiftly, duckin 50
Hit my ho crib for a nice dick suck and a quickie
Killa Kam, Dutch, and the Spade flow sickly
The streets shifty, so I keep my tool
If yo' ass wanna live, you better keep yo' cool
Motherfucker!
Yo, yo, yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blast
Everybody smart in math, loan sharks with cash
Runnin from the narcs and task, streets arts and craft
C'mon now, start to laugh
Cause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker ass
Now a nigga paid out, suede couch
I'm into hooded things bitch, bucket way out
These cats be Heathcliff, when I come around they play mouse
Mickey and Minnie, Jerry from Tom, heavy in arms
In front of Pan Pan, hand up our bever lever
Collar bent, cotton candy blue, gators, polished mink
Y'all in astonishment, lookin for acknowledgement
Report on him, he a snitch, throw water on him
Any repercussions, make sure my seeds bubble
If you ain't hear me or Clue, I said I see double
Guns double tecs, hoes double sex
Accountant handle my money, but I double check
Bubble Lex ain't too much more I care about
Liquor store in the Bronx to a warehouse, cleared out
L's with my liquor, sound so a hell of a whisper
Gassin up a ho, tell her you miss her
Dealin with the old timers was a hell of a listener
Finna sell if you differ, nigga pelican slippers
Which mami is senseless, get my moolah, I'm conscientious
Tell Mira, two diamond Benzes por favor, Harlem momma poor
We fell off, but back on, nigga time to ball
145Th and Lennox, three piece suit, bean pies
Final Call, gun up in the spinal cord
I got no time for y'all, we eight digits, you play frigid
Killa don't cook, he blaze biscuits, around us, straight midgets
Jewels we keep frozen, y'all keep dozin, the wolves in sheep's clothin
Streets buzzin, V dozen, bitches callin me husband
Sayin we fuckin, we wasn't, lyin on the coochie
I'm dyin for a hoochie, put a iron for a booby
Casino style, diamonds and a doobie
But Killa keep runnin to the timin of a groupie
But need work, played every kind
If your dope ain't eight or a nine, don't waste up my time
You racin for shine, only way you be around motherfuckin paper boy
If you quit your job and go be a paper boy
Car swoop, buck 50, gun shoot, buck 50
Pair of facts, buck 50, Air Max, buck 50
Only New York nigga to fuck Whitney
Or the period, blood sticky, same night flood misty
Play Toronto like Doug Christie
Fuck Christy, Louie the 13th, sluts wit me, give me head
Yo quiero chichar, blunt to my head
But my day is Friday, toast for my bread
Niggas try to stick together like they Smokey and Craig
In real life Nia think I'm long and throw me the head
Heard what I said?
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