Lyric I m Nice
[Cam ron]
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
In the transport jumpin inside the Jansport
An unruly game
We ain t care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Juli came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga
A fight crimer jerk
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
A rolls and lavish lifestyles
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 little thick chick that will hit 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 niggas where I get dough bimbo
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
Everybody sells 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 pull the gats down
You scrap hounds
I heard you niggas back down
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you re thinkin that It s bout that time
To say nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot
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
In the transport jumpin inside the Jansport
An unruly game
We ain t care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Juli came with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga
A fight crimer jerk
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
A rolls and lavish lifestyles
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 little thick chick that will hit 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 niggas where I get dough bimbo
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
Everybody sells 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 pull the gats down
You scrap hounds
I heard you niggas back down
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
I know you re thinkin that It s bout that time
To say nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot
