Cam'ron – Horse And Carriage lyrics

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Mase:
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage
See my loves for hire

Cam'Ron:
Ay yo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
In a reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
How we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
And when it comez to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the hell is it, why you stressin' me child?
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress in the trash
You not my wife, so if after the s** I be fowl
You better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten me now, let me style, no girl datin' me now
In the st with Un, are you s*** in thongs
If you'll s** in this Lex and your stuff be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)

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Cam'Ron
Yo, I love when catz think they bigger than a sumo
That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
Uh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And yu dunno?) Yo' guns is hand me downs
(And yu dunno?) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And yu dunno?) You better toughin' up
(And yu dunno?) Homeboy will ruff you up
(And yu dunno?) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy, ' my name's 'me' too
And when he got smashed I was like "me too"
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
And when he got the job I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all got it out, your car's see-through

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Cam'Ron
Ay yo, I pull up to the hotel with my whip on blast
Say to the vallay homeboy "don't hit my jag"
Seen the bell boy, yo he won't get my cash
Just show me my room yo, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, I'm gon' drop this glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her stash
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin' a party later tonight
Like Phil Collins have in "The Heat Of The Night"
'Cause Cam rock the party (All Night Long)
'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
(and uh) drop ticks (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsied to drive
But I got my horse and carriage right outside

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Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and blood she'd forevah
And we gonna rise
And we gonna rise
And we gonna rise