Like Shiiiiit

[Intro: Cam'ron] Damn, Araab, this shit is refreshin' right here. (Uh-huh, uh-huh.) Feel like all outdoors, no homo, and shit, Yogi Bear and them niggas and shit, yaknawmsayin'? (Killa.) [Verse 1: Cam'ron] I'm like a breath of fresh air, hundred-forty-thou' on the left ear Niggas stay talkin' 'bout next year. (Oh, you know next year, I'ma blow.) Four day share, bitch yeah, wrist glow, neck flair Two girls left, I said "Next pair." (Next!) Call 'em kitty-cat. I ain't got a girl, you can't get me back Fifty pack, what that gon' get me back? Niggas in the hood stuck on pitty-pat Rollin' dice, gettin' nice, ask 'em where the sticky at Track meet, we runnin'. Get a lap Drop top but, damn, where you livin' at? Smooth cat, man, you won't get your kitten back Pair of robins, Black Sheep, this or that You ain't diggin' that? Your wife, we big in that Real nigga rap, roll the coward up, he a chicken wrap. (Word.) Trust me, fuck wit' me, get your sister clapped Plush V, sucka free on the fitted cap [Chorus: Vado] Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Look I could hard top it or even a car, drop it Eager to start profit, me and my narcotics Look, pa got it, soft to the hard products. (Word.) Price up but, damn, it's a hard market. (It still is.) We could bar hop it or even a table for two There's nothing, what I ain't able to do? Scampi and pasta, start her off We talked over marinara and tartar sauce Yo, valet, all grey, start the Porsche Gave her two pulls, she start to cough One night your girl, you a sprung nigga Gotta cook, clean, plus tongue kiss her No respect, every other night curve you Tell you when to be home, you got a curfew. (Damn.) And you still say, "Boo, I don't deserve you." We blow herb and laugh. She herbed you Damn, man [Chorus: Vado] Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists [Verse 3: Vado] Ayyo We used to look at a pack like it's dinner time, my beginner rhymes is crack When I'm on tracks, all I see is the finish line Twelve hard bars, last four is the finish lines You think I'm a star? Shiiiiit, I ain't begin to shine. (Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...) Huh. No control, you can't hold me Headed for platinum, only thing gold is the Rolly Yeah. You can fold or you can owe me Rodeo shop, I Beverly Hills Cop like Axel Foley Ha. I'm affiliate on the drama tip Interrupt your stage show on my Lil' Mama shit Hella weight on dinner plates, my momma shit Got hella cake, no birthdays we honerin' Uh. Yo, every quote is a lesson Haters hope for recession, your boy dope like obsession. (Blast!) Put his tongue in the mail to send a message Tell him don't even stress it, Febreeze style, I'm the freshest Vado, end of session [Chorus: Vado] Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit... Hop out wit' a chick Chains all Slick Rick All gold, thick wrists