| Lyrics: | [Cam'ron talking]
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us
on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
[Cam'ron]
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
early '90's it wasn't pearly and shiney
I was so damn grimey
'Cause I ain't have no fresh
clothes
Or jewelry wit the X's O's
My house had espestoes
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a
kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my
crack platter
Threw it away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like
McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck the DT's
Line
around the corner, but I'm gettin' the free cheese
Come on home wit me, where I stand on my
post
Play wit my toast, Been here wit mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done
slept wit a heefer
Any beef came it left on a stretcher KILLA!
Come on home wit me, where
they rapidly flossin'
Where I begged Kim to have the abortion
Money, brown bag,
extortion
Caution, where there's tragedy often
Relax in a coffin
And the bitch know I'm
serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss ya period
So come home wit me
Where
the girls wanna come home wit me
They say "Cam if you need dome hit me!"
Love to see the
chrome wit me
The car a quarter mil, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice games blown 50,
Jones loan 60
Had crack stones swiftly, Took it home wit me
So come home wit me, where a
nigga make star bucks
I'm about to cop a Starbucks
I'm the first one wit hard luck
Now
I'm at the dealer buying cars...trucks
AWWWWW SHUCKS!
[Juelz Santana]
Yo come home
wit me
To the streets, |
