Cam'ron - Cookies-N-Apple Juice lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron] k**a! Yo I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper, (yes) but when she can't decipher (what?) Love for f**ing no fussing, buzzing, she out my Sypher(ahh) Come thru in a Viper (Viper) God damn I might white Nike her (yeah) Yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate I might just dyke her (dyke her) You fight and fuss wanna bite her, (damn) Lock your girl down just like rikers I ain't gotta do that once I hit your sh** the damn b**h a lifer (forever) This dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her He a runner, I'm a gunner, baby girl, a sniper (sniper) Roll the blunts up, ma I'ma get the lighter I'll have you squirtin' for certain, yeah bring a diaper Milk, Lemonade, I'm a f**ing renegade Handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage (stage, stage) Baby boy go hire a squadron My crib got more poles than the fire department (Ahh) [Chorus: Skitzo] Cookies with some apple juice Cookies with some apple juice (Lady) I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (Lady) I ain't mad at you, (Lady) cookies with some apple juice (Lady) I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice [Verse 2: Byrd Lady] First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady Holdin' up you know it gets crazy No I'm not yo' girl but I could be your baby Yes baby, I'm s**y, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me? Cuz I'm fly high floatin' with a jet ski that's why your man wanna s** me Yep, he said I'm cute, try to throw me in the loop Hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice Apple Coupe, zoom-zoom, horse and Porsche, vroom-vroom zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room Cla**y, yet I get nasty, nasty but never trashy Bright light, yes b**h I'm flashy, no you will never pa** me Ask me? Ask who, ask you I'm sick, something like a flu flu You stink, something like a zoo zoo Lay low, you know what to do boo Cuz you don't want no problems, please trust girl I will solve them Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty b**hes catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I said, cookies and some apple juice Cherry Jeeps, Apple Coupes No ha**le, hit 'em with a gavel, ask 'em my whole staff will shoot (Shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot) What could the ba*tard do? (nothing) They run, we run this town, we'll run you down, they'll laugh at you Damn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (damn) f** Christmas, you could have a merry year Where you wanna go, everywhere? What you wanna do? Let me hear I'm talkin' Vegas, I don't do them teddy bears (nope, nope, nope) But I do do the fish nets... Pre-ejaculation to get my dick wet (No h*mo..) But I'm tryna get your lips wet Doggy-style, facial, huh.. Welcome to Dipset [Chorus to fade]