[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wanna ride? [x4]
[Cam'Ron Speaking Over Beat]
Killa! Uh!
This the ghetto soap opera right here man! You from Harlem you already know. You on that
hustlers mission. You tryin' to get that paper. Wifey like it one minute...next minute she dont
man. You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet. But you got to do you. I got it,
let me tell you!
[Verse 1]
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 Kroy
Yes a 9 in boys, wore a 5 in boys
Over the chick shit, I shoot 5 with Roy
Now I load the fo' five, Shoot 5 at Roy
Ain't like my job, or guys I employ
Lifestyle I enjoy, but Im the livest, doy! (doy)
A Hustler and Cam famous?
You damn anus, I dunno 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 showin' out
How I'm out goin', But dont be goin' out
It's things to know about, when you got dough and clout
Ways to move, know the route, baby girl close your mouth
Cuz I feed you well, every sneaker held
You eat Louie, shit Gucci, breathe Chanelle (breathe)
Karl Lagerfeld, acting like Gargamel
For the car copped the cell, and the bar, stop at hell
'Wrong wit you? she said whats wrong with you?
Always got a song to do, can't get along its true
So I skipped marriage, bought her six carrats
Rather die that nigga than to live average
[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wann ride? [x4]
[Cam'Ron]
Oh it aint over part 2! Uh! Ghetto soap opera lets do it!
Yo! Yo! Uh!
Lookin' back on school, arts and crafts
Fuck half the staff, beat up half the class
I was like Dr. Dre though, I have to laugh
Nigga wit an attitude, meet me +after math+
Had her half and half
Not a drink, 2 chicks that flip acid fast, the half of taf
You could ask her ass, 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
Fuck Sara Lee, Misses Smith, you the pie lady (thats you)
Fly lady, G2, Fly baby, gee you why baby
Please boo whats your size crazy?
Don Juan it, when I'm in the foreign
Almond drop top, my charm is alarmin'
I was alertin' her, just to re-insert in her
That I would leave Earth wit her, huh I can't interpret her
She got mad I leaned over, I'm mercin' 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. Bia
Me and G.I., be watched by the P.I.'s
See why we can't finish together
I'd rather do buisness than pleasure, and thats real!
[Chorus]
If only you...could let me in
I know that love...it would begin
If only I...could rap to you
I know this love...would capture you, yeah!
Dont you wanna ride [to fade out]