Cam'ron - Harlem (Featuring Chinky Brown Eyes) lyrics

k**a, k**a, Dipset man Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherf**ing world man But ain't no place like Harlem man Me break it down man We tie dynamite to the rhino type, whine you might find yo sight Sell the information for a dime a white, that c I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong First visit warn, day job tick a tron Night time, missed the mom, bootleg Chris and Don Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm They sell yay, you'll say yay, this sh**'s the bomb I'ma hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm And they father come from a long lista dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a n***a under the world Everybody like Cam got the recipe now Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child Specially equities, wreckin' we smile In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail Talking to a cell mate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals And the house, I was the head of the hills, sh** You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy Go to the gun show, get gun happy Stuck, k**ed, mugged, milt Tone flint sticks, bo, Chub's milk Poochi, baba, bu*ta got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, n***a Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hustla, in my heart, trapped is the game A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see Playboy, I don't own that man In any way homeboy, you a grown a** man, sh** And when I rap, it ain't no punchlines I be on the highway dirty, crunch time N o timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stash box, just one time sh**, they'll put the dogs in the trunk Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a f** They want that bu*ton, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I'll run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances, one on one with the K9 Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips f** y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips Why I feel like I'm losin' weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute wit my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a n***a under the world k**a