Pop! - Soap Opera lyrics

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Pop! - Soap Opera lyrics

[Hook] If only you could let me in I know that love it could begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? [Intro - Cam'ron] k**a! This the ghetto soap opera right here man You from Harlem you already know You on that hustler's mission; you trying to get that paper Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man You know they at home watching Lifetime or on the Internet [Verse 1 - Cam'ron] Yo my mommy Toy was my pride and joy She would drive the toys plus ride the boy To supply the boys I got it live from Croix Yes a nine in boy, wore a five in boys Over the chick sh** I shoot five with Roy Now I load the 4-5 shoot five at Roy Ain't like my job or guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest doy (doy) A hustler and Cam famous, you damn an*s I don't know but I can't change it Can't paint it; pop it, champagne it Stop it. Car: drop it. It look dull, damn, paint it She would throw a pout how I'm showing out How I'm outgoing but don't be going out It's things to know about when you got dough and clout Ways to move, know the route. "Babygirl, close your mouth" Cause I feed you well. Every sneaker, hell You eat Louis, sh** Gucci, breathe Chanel Karl Lagerfeld acting like Gargamel For the car cop the cell in the bar stop at hell "What's wrong with you?" She said, "what's wrong with you?" Always got a song to do can't get along it's true So I skipped marriage, bought her six karats Rather die that n***a than to live average [Hook] [Verse 2 - Cam'ron] Looking back on school: art and crafts f**ed half the staff, beat up half the cla** I was like Dr. Dre, though, I have to laugh n***a with a attitude, meet me after math Had a "half and half" Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast The half a tab You could ask her a**, I would dash and laugh You after me, huh? I'm after cash I'm on I-80 though with my baby Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you look in the sky baby f** Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith; you the pie lady Fly lady G2 fly baby gee you why baby Please boo what's your size crazy Don Juanin' when I'm in a foreign Almond drop top my charm is alarming I was alerting her just to reinsert in her That I will leave earth with her Huh, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over, I'm nursing her Said when I do dirt wit her The only time I flirt with her Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I) Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's See why we can't finish together I'd rather do business than pleasure And that's real (k**a) [Hook]