Cam`ron Get `em Girl Lyrics

Get `em Girl Lyrics

[Cam'Ron]
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get
shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the
students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddist or
budah, that's judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to
Toota+
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real
boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly
dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the
coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly
hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee,
pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
Bitches
say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"

[Chorus]
They getting nice,
they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They
getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em
girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get
'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track,
eight stacks (get 'em girl)

[Cam'Ron]
You acting funny nigga, come
dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)
So
you should move away, or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say (I'm
getting money nigga)
First pal up in the rare, I style up in my
gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses
on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the
wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money
nigga)
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a Sizzler
steak, my steak stay sizzled
Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake,
bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
Seventh to eighth, zoom,
zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money
nigga)
Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie
"Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money
nigga)

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the
dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin'
bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty,
getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back,
get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em
girl)

[Cam'Ron]
My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with
buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies
Want to
hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me
(I'm getting money nigga)
Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I'll help
you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a maury flow, from the maury
show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in bootcamp, you
on food stamps
Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
And I'm lockey,
lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey
Me
and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down,
turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound
whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty,
now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with
me?
Killa

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's
get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin'
bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty,
getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back,
get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)