paroles de chanson Bellissima (original 12" cut) - DJ Quicksilver
CAM'RON
Miscellaneous
Intro"(feat.
DJ
Kay
Slay
[Cam'Ron]
How
y'all
doin'
out
there?
I
wanna
welcome
y'all
back
Welcome
some
of
y'all
for
the
first
time,
huh?
Killa
We
did
it
again,
y'all
don't
fuck
wit
us
Suck
a
dick
man,
aiyyo
Jones,
what's
good?
Santana,
Freaky,
they
gonna
be
mad
this
time,
huh?
Aiyyo
I
got
my
man
Kay
Slay
up
in
the
house
Harlem,
you
know
what
it
is,
what's
good?
[Kay
Slay]
You
know
how
we
get
down,
East
side,
El
BARRIO
[Cam'Ron]
El
Barrio
up
in
this
bitch,
aiyyo
Kay
This
bitch
blowing
up
my
motherfuckin
phone
right
now
Man,
fuck'
hold
up,
hol',
yo
man
[Kay
Slay]
Yo
son
[Cam'Ron]
What's
good?
[Kay
Slay]
I
gotta
tell
you
like
my
dog
told
me
When
you
meet
a
chick,
you
gotsta
straight
slap
her
[Cam'Ron]
Slap
her?
[Kay
Slay]
Yeah,
when
you
first
meet
her,
just
slap
her
[Cam'Ron]
Off
the
bat?
[Kay
Slay]
Off
the
bat,
just
backhand
her
[Cam'Ron]
Why's
that,
though?
[Kay
Slay]
'Cause
later
on
down
the
line
You
ain't
never
gotsta
to
worry
about
That
chick
telling
you
--
"Cam,
you
don't
treat
me
the
way
you
used
to"
[Cam'Ron]
[Laughing]
That's
what
I'm
sayin'
nigga
But
see
the
thing
is
with
me
I
don't
understand
how
a
bitch
can
go
out
Rain,
sleet,
snow,
fuck,
suck
whoever
And
then
go
give
another
nigga
her
fucking
money
Knawmean?
[Kay
Slay]
Nah
Cam,
you
gotta
understand
That's
cause
ya
game
is
tight
[Cam'Ron]
Oh,
nah,
not
me
Ka',
I'm
talking
about
another
nigga
I
know
my
game
is
tight,
nigga,
knowhaImean?
We
getting
ready
set
this
shit
the
fuck
off
Jones,
where
we
at,
huh?
Harlem,
harlem,
harlem...
[Verse]
Yo,
yo,
I
advise
you
to
step
son
For
I
fuck
ya
moms,
make
you
my
step
son
Y'all
be
calling
me
daddy,
cause
The
"Rag
Muffin"
y'all
soon
say
Y'all
fuck
around
with
brother
"Num-say"
Y'all
gonna
see
doomsday
I'm
a
savage
but
colder
Now
I
rock
karrots
that
I'm
older
See
this
parrot
on
my
shoulder?
He
do
the
talking,
I
ain't
concerned
with
words
Act
up,
and
be
returned
to
the
birds
I
return
with
them
birds,
any
28
grams
A
bitch
that
I
touch,
pretty
much
turns
to
birds
I
be
in
Miami,
Bow-Ca-Baton,
pokin'
ya
moms
Hauntin'
ya
aunt,
all
over
the
dawn
Using
a
dope
then
I'm
gone
back
Cobacabana,
no
joke
I'm
bananas
Cops
come
for
dope
it's
a
damper
I'm
low
in
Atlanta,
get
hot,
go
to
Savana
Rush
the
crib,
go
in
the
hampter
Don't
follow
me,
"Stan-a"
If
you
do,
I'm
blowin'
the
hammer
That'll
rip
that
vest
apart,
hit
ya
chest
and
heart
I
ain't
finished,
that's
just
the
start
You'll
be
calling
for
back
up,
praying
for
help
Fuck
my
life,
I'm
taking
myself
All
the
achin'
I
felt
In
my
crib
at
night,
praying
for
wealth
Bitches
dissin
"What's
the
problem
ma?
I
ain't
ballin?"
Now
every
ten
minutes,
hos
prank
callin'
[Kay
Slay]
Yo
Cam,
fuck
all
this
rap
shit,
man
Let's
get
down
to
business,
Harlem
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