Cam`ron More Resons Lyrics

More Resons Lyrics

[Girl Talking]

Oh this is my [beep]

The reason that we here. (Shut
the [beep] up.)

The reason that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.)

You shut the [beep] up, what can you do?

We been ridin in this car for
5 hours

What you gonna do?

(I'm gonna tell you a story)



[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]

Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like
extra goodie

I couldn't break dance ya'll, 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 pennyloafers

A-Train,
one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers

Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers,
soldiers, hostess

Not golfin' 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 namin' 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 Ms. Parker



[Chorus: Jaheim]

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

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



[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]

Killa!

That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll

Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous

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

Ithica, Ithica, 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, whoa!

Playin' 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 sweatsuit,
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 runnin I guess they could relate to
them



[Chorus: Jaheim]

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