paroles de chanson Who'S 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
On
the
transport
kept
it
inside
the
Jansport
A
real
hooty
game,
we
ain't
care
who
we
blame
Shit
was
all
the
same
until
Guili'
came
with
a
moody
aim
You
know
the
mayor
nigga,
a
fight
crime
approach
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
Range
Ro'
and
Navy
life
size
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
lil'
thick
chick
that'll
click
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
niggaz
how
I
get
dough
kiko
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
Every
six
the
same
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
bring
the
gats
down
He
spat
rounds,
I
heard
that
nigga
clap
towns
But
me
I
never
back
down
My
mother,
she
can
sign
that
I
know
you're
thinkin'
that
It's
bout
that
time
Nigga
I
wanna
rewind
that
So
go
ahead
and
rewind
it
faggot
Album
Confessions of Fire
1 Intro
2 Glory (featuring Noreaga)
3 357
4 Rockin' And Rollin'
5 Wrong Ones
6 Death
7 Horse & Carriage
8 Horse & Carriage
9 Me, My Moms & Jimmy (featuring Kenny Greene)
10 Prophecy (featuring Kelly Price)
11 We Got It (featuring Mase)
12 D Rugs (featuring Brotha)
13 Feels Good (featuring Usher)
14 Phone Interlude
15 Confessions
16 Fuck You
17 Me & My Boo
18 Shanghai
19 Who'S Nice
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