Cam'ron - Road Trip lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Vado] Dice hit the floor Gambling your life selling right out the store Doubling the price when your right with the raw The white? yeah it's pure Was selling it in the town where the white's even poor Too many bad blocks It was nice, I was lost Standing near train tracks, trying to get across Direct when I talk, so my lines get across Discussions at the table, as I stand behind the boss Moving raw was a hobby Find me in the City High, drinking more than Robby Full clip you gonna need more to rob me Ya waiting to get a buzz like the door in your lobby Treat bread like bu*ter and spread paper Im Fresh and you a terrible dresser like Craig Sager Turn it up all day, like I had deaf neighbors Bullets a hurt, like search they breath takers Haters! [Hook: Vado] Take a leak, get gas Buy everything you need, and hit the road And get cash You a couple bricks fast Got shooters in every town, just in case the clip blast [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo My life is like a movie boo Oh my god your Cam? Yea, you be you Started fumbling the words like Scooby Doo Oopsie daisie baby, here's a drink Some Lou V, boo From New Orleans So I hit her with a "hootie hoo"! Stay fly, no help from boo V Lou Skip that now, I want to take some nudy pics Your booty thick, real thick C'mon lets make a movie flick? Dont think I'm a do me miss You know I get the a**uming's quick Groupie b**h, Gucci I raw, no Sushi sh** But I want to get a nut, Macadamian No bullsh**, I need cranium Not next year, answer like "yes dear" But I look down, "Goddamn I see chest hair?" And I was Weed'ed up Just about to beat it up Now I gotta tell her Cover that cleavage Up! [Hook 2: Vado] Take a leak, get gas Buy everything you need, and hit the road And get cash You a couple bricks fast Got shooters in every town, just in case the clip blast No money sh**s sad Every time you an*lyze how you live You get mad You enough to get pa**ed Once you buy the whole thing Make sure you cook and fix half [Verse 3: Vado] n***as on the shelves like can food Find me in Cam's stew Burning down the booth like Bambu Get dragged like the bottom, my damn True's Put up the paper, 2K 10 with the Lakers I can't lose None of that live sh**, my slime's get live quick And stay in the cut like a side chick Don't say much but arrive quick Two 4, 5's grip Receive your man hand A surprise gift [Verse 4: Cam'ron] They say Satan wears Prada Well your mom is the devil She naked in my crib with some orange Stilletos She a trooper So I honor a rebel And you chill like E kids, Hansel and Gretel 38 special, I'm a monster with the metal And we pa**ed the penthouse Yea we on another level I dont love'em , Buzzin' Let you stress'em Got more ho's then Tiger, Wilt, or Hugh Hefner! [Hook 2]