CamRon lyrics

CamRon lyrics

"My Hood Lyrics"

It's Not Love (But It's Not Bad) Lyrics
She was always there each time I needed you, Holding on to me like I held on to you, We still don't have what you and I once had; No, It's Not Love, But it's not bad. No, It's Not Lo


[Cam'ron (intro)]
You do what you do where you live
I do what i do where i live
That's what makes me nigga, and that's just the way it is nigga
uhh, Killer, uhh, Prease, uhh, Vacant Lot, Diplomat, uhh
Killer, family nigga, yo, uhh, Killer, uhh, yo yo yo...

[verse one]
Where i'm from kids get it hectic
But get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dislexic
Take caution money, for extortion mo
Guess Things Happen That Way Lyrics
By J. Clement Recorded by Johnny Cash on 4/9/58 Number one - Country Chart Number eleven - Pop Chart Well, you ask me if I'll forget my baby I guess I will some day I don't like
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Girls fate just for abortion money
Honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like avion
Type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby gone
The way we bond, Cam got ta spray these arms
Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan
Shit, only thing i leave you is alone
Dimelo (I Need To Know) Lyrics
la gente anda diciendo por alli que tu quisieras acercarte a mi si tu supieras que te quiero amar que hasta el cielo te quiero llevar [chorus:] no me dejes solo con mi corazon que e
/> Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom no good for ya, it's da hood for ya

[chorus]
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs (drugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...

yo yo yo
[verse two]
Now it's gangs out here
Cats pass we flaggin', blue n red rags we b
7-Sur Ton Parallele Lyrics
Sur ton parall?le Et si je traversais le ciel Je tomberais sur ton parall?le Et si je plongeais dans tes eaux Je nagerais jamais trop Alors je joue ? la marelle Sur
raggin
Look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit em with the pump
Nigga wanna front, Killer give 'em what they want
Roll 'em up in the rug, dump they body in the trunk
Eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her
You want these streets? tryin' to get out of 'em
Gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak Englas or Espaniol, no
Where i go they

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