Cam'Ron - Me, My Moms & Jimmy Lyrics
featuring Kenny Greene Take your time young man Mama used to say don't you rush to get old Mama used to say take it in your stride Uh uh Killa Cam Mama used to say live your life Federica Live your life Ey yo Cam this rap shit How you know I love games It's like I got a habit Gotta keep the drug game Why Until we blow up with that ol' platinum thug thing Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel the same Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine and me But if it ain't about money then it ain't about me Well I ain't in poverty and no one's starving me Cause when we first felt heat we sought robbery Now, ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black I know y'all ain't gonna come out and front like that When yall got knocked, yall was dying in jail The way you keep on calling, crying for bail Acting like criminals, yall some fake generals What you know abut bail being more than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah nah) Peep the old way, how I done sold cake Behind the closed drapes, on one of your old plates And the tubes of Colgate Two and four states, yeah I can verify Man a nigga never lie Go head wit your killer schemes Nah we gotta iller dreams Land in the Philippines I got about four mil a piece Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil' team And they keep frontin Are they gonna jump me too I wish they would Jump me please jump me too That's what I'm sayin with y'all Monkey see monkey do Now y'all niggas can see why I want to plead insanity But what the ***** am I gonna do, this just my family CHORUS Mama used to say take your time young man Mama used to say don't you rush to get old Mama used to say take it in your stride Mama used to say live your life, live your life Now when it's time to chill out I might pull the silks out But I'll do your body good cause you know I'm illed out I took an ill route, I might pull some krills out Cause that cash and the weed, you know I'm still about Well what you want baby, a description of me I'm frontin with the ladies having you picture me Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of my fam And the long sliky hair with the bow legged stands You in my V in the rear, on the low from your man Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin your hand Do you know how to scuba I got a house in Aruba But you keep it on low cause my spouse got a Ruger Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me some type of tutor Cause I been had the info, on the whores wit the hooters Get out my house cause I will shoota Federica I will step to her Senorita know how I maneuver Mamasita sip margarita Messin with Cam you get punched in your mouth Only key you ever had was the one to your house F a spouse me single, I'm one of the ones You think Cam's nice he's a son of a gun Cause I have heaters before them sneakers When Run had Adidas and reefer was cheeba Although I'm an entity All those crooked crooks down town remember me Second home one hundred tenth street Yo Cam you violent You remind me of your daddy Ey yo, don't you really mean my three dads Ooow mom stop Why you hittin me, stop CHORUS: 3X to fade
