Text: Cam'Ron. More Reasons.

Oh, this is my
The reason that we here, the reason that we here
You shut the up, what can you do?
We been riding in this car for 5 hours, what you gonna do?
I'm, I'm gonna ride this car
I'm gonna tell you a story, let me tell you something

Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies

I gave cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro

Timbaland, mocassins, dimes in them penny loafers
A train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers

Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside

Blood played for stone gem that's when I told him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims? That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain change the game
And not naming names but 'caine fames like Damon Wayans

Connect for life is, the tech kept us righteous
'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger
Seen new jack city, cop me a couple cars

And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Miss. Parker

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
Hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Killa, that nigga man, let me break it down real simple for y'all
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious you have various leases
All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, cherry and peaches they had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer

Ithaca, Ithaca, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, woah

Playing grand theft auto, they like diablo
My crews the Triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'
But they some Slimmy Sue can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe
Next day valore sweat suit, construction Timmy boots

Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that fendi you
You drinkin' henney too coupe calez, when he boo
And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump

Shout, say say the funk, he keep the k in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk
We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they running I guess they could relate to gump, forest that is

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the dip, we're set to blow
Now you know all of the reasons why we chase the doe

Yo, this is the part of the story with me Mizzle and Cam verses me