Cam'ron - Soul Plane lyrics

[Intro: Cam'Ron] ....I could tell you how a female fake a nut for a relationship Or how a n***a fake a relationship for a nut How a smart n***a can play stupid but a stupid n***a can't play smart But I'd rather just tell you about me and the things I do...You ready baby? [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Got the fiends dancin, like Soul Train Stamp on the dope, Soul Plane They losin hair, get em Rogaine Sell Kung-Fu, nothin like Coltrane To keep you informed, won't catch em in a uniform Before that, you'll see a unicorn I blew the horn Two girls hopped in Oh-ten nine-eleven, homie I'm boxed in Don't start a mess, Ima architect Ya bum a** shirt stink, it need Carpet Fresh White tee, Louis jeans, my Audemar the best Two chains, hat, please don't disregard the specs They from Switzerland, boy-boy I gits it in Money all around the world where you n***as friends? Actually, factually, a car you livin in I'm three times coke baby, I need the dividends [Bridge] [Verse 2: Vado] As I'm sittin on this mailbox Waitin for my b**h to leave the nail shop Auntie lookin at me like I sell rock Point-blank range, call it shell-shock I, started off makin ounce moves Was invited to a dinner with The Council Two-piece, black rose on my brown suit In two weeks, I was eatin with my mouth full In the streets like the seventies Long Cadillacs, bumpin Frankie Beverly Mama known to work and go to church faithfully I ain't gotta ask, every day she pray for me She knew soon I'd be seven up By the window like X with my weapon up f** ya intro I'm the next best gunner up Stand in first place with my medal yous a runner-up [Bridge] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] n***as runnin around, wit street dreams Til I put em to sleep - Sweet dreams! I played dirty, so I keep clean The back of Deleanor is where I meet fiends Got the whole plate, you don't have three beans Did Eighth with a eighth in Lee jeans Tonight, got the chauffeur Showin off the loafers You cowards: turkeys, the bullets: Stouffer's [Verse 4: Vado] Dom P, Cliq, and Rose Fruit bowls, few hoes, on the Dolce OG's round the table but I won't say Let's make a toast to everyone on the coke chase Coupe rose, two-tone, parked with no plates You too close, you gotta ask, can you approach may? I told em sports wasn't my forte How can I be like you, and get all this dope cake? [Outro: Vado] Let me know, you feel me right? Live n***as know the game its sad but they ain't got the change to play it You talk a good one, but are you good son? Keep it real wit ya self Before you end up dealin wit ya health, man You know me, Vado!