Cam'Ron - Hey Muma Lyrics
(with Vado)[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]KillaYo, girl.. get a notepad (for what?)You ain't got no swag!And you so fine, it's so sadStill riding coach, need a Coach bagLet me coach you, no Coach tags (what that mean?)Get rid of that Coach bag!And listen, I ain't trying to throw jabs(Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?!Only one that deal with Cam' is a queenLouis handbags, Alexander McQueenYeah, stand up I'm meanFor how I handle my team, cleanHarlem niggas don't wear sandals with jeansCar skills good, I can handle the BeemNickle, dime, twenties, I can handle the fiendsSo…hey Muma, que pasa?I'm water, baby.. agua[Hook]Hey yo, muma!I'm sayingCan I come over? CauseI'm not playingBend your ass over, uh, I'm not waitingAnd if I'm sober, I'm blazing. Hey![Verse 2 - Vado]Hold up, [spit sound] let the Slime spitNeed these first three rows, let my suave sitIcy, make it hard to see the time tickMe and my dine chicks, with glasses of wine, litYeh, your money can't provide this“Hi miss†the answer's “yes, your Highnessâ€Â“Try this! Only I can supply thisâ€ÂReply this, you'll always see me in fly ishIf I don't know you, I hope not toTrying to play a tough role? I'm like “not youâ€ÂEarl Boykins I'm D Rose I got youUnder the sun is where we pose, We hot, dukeIt's what I did to the boothHow I spend in the coupeWhile you and members saluteI'mma keep it trill, I'm that nigga living proofTelling me to chill is like stomping Cam with a shoe[Hook]Hey yo, muma!I'm sayingCan I come over? CauseI'm not playingBend your ass over, uh, I'm not waitingAnd if I'm sober, I'm blazing. Hey![Verse 3 - Cam'ron]In the hood where I creep trying to hook me a freakWant to see what girl around here could put me to sleepCould mean a hotel, could mean a suiteCould mean tuition, could mean a Jeep!“God damn†is what the hoochies sayWhen we jump out of Lambo'sCar, neck, hand frozeDamn, yo! Cameras, stand, poseTherefore, watch her ‘fore Cam rose[Vado]She got down, I'm tryna get the topMe, Lee, ? and chopHow to hit the block, ee wee piffing rockbefore the DT's get the watchThe neighbours watch, all day switching spotsI'm in the hood like (muma)What's really, whats good (Frank Mula)Gun 50, black hood (same shooter)Blowing sticky black wood (straight ruler)[Hook]
