Cam’ron, Hell Rell - Get Em Daddy lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, Hell Rell - Get Em Daddy lyrics]
They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the mirror every
Morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna know what fuckin
Label I'm signing to
I'm the CEO of Diplomat Records
I sign myself getchya cake up!
I'm like a crack addict
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out
I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic
Black rabbit out the black hat
Black back home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress under it: cash
Bastard had them bitches ass backwards
Fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the
Girl a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches
It's a 50-box
I got weed, hash when I breeze past
Breathe fast
Eat ass on point like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels
You fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got tramp whores yours! Been VIP since BIG
I never seen a dance floor (Nope)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles
Hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact
I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave
You in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John
The long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the
Way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to find
Soft white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine
Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park
It's mine (Mine)
'Til this day, dude
Still followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's name
Made a mistake (oops)
(Get 'em Daddy) Daddy Got 'em
Y'all glad he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy) Had to bite
Put it on satellite
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy
You my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile
Don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'
Po-Po wanna pick his brain
Ho's wanna give him brain
We rose up to bigger fame
Glows from the tennis chain
Make foes wanna get him slain
These hollows will twist a man
I left out of Clinton Max
Got picked up by Killa Cam fam
We on another level
I'm bout to pull that Porsche out
And flood the other bezel
I get dug like shovels
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles
I flip big boulders switch Rovers
Hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma why sip soda?
These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number
If you wanna buy weight fuck a borough
We floodin' the whole Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done copped from every
Damn haze spot on Audubon
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
Add up everything you got
It ain't amountin' to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the back
See these little niggas rappin' to rap
Man I just happen to rap
Know what I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched
For that scratch, clapped with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns
'bout to buy more trucks
And when we on the road
Bitches follow the tour bus
You mad cause you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for most of the
Stabbings and the shootings
That's why I look in the mirror every
Morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna know what fuckin
Label I'm signing to
I'm the CEO of Diplomat Records
I sign myself getchya cake up!
I'm like a crack addict
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out
I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic
Black rabbit out the black hat
Black back home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress under it: cash
Bastard had them bitches ass backwards
Fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the
Girl a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches
It's a 50-box
I got weed, hash when I breeze past
Breathe fast
Eat ass on point like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels
You fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got tramp whores yours! Been VIP since BIG
I never seen a dance floor (Nope)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles
Hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact
I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave
You in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John
The long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the
Way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to find
Soft white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine
Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park
It's mine (Mine)
'Til this day, dude
Still followed by State troops
Gray Coupe, whip in momma's name
Made a mistake (oops)
(Get 'em Daddy) Daddy Got 'em
Y'all glad he shot 'em
How me holiday? I love it when mommy say
(Get 'em Daddy) Had to bite
Put it on satellite
Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy
You my Gotham Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) Honey smile
Don't act funny-style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220 thou'
Po-Po wanna pick his brain
Ho's wanna give him brain
We rose up to bigger fame
Glows from the tennis chain
Make foes wanna get him slain
These hollows will twist a man
I left out of Clinton Max
Got picked up by Killa Cam fam
We on another level
I'm bout to pull that Porsche out
And flood the other bezel
I get dug like shovels
Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles
I flip big boulders switch Rovers
Hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster
You could gargle cum, ma why sip soda?
These niggas wanna be Scarface, I'm with Sosa
You need to have my number
If you wanna buy weight fuck a borough
We floodin' the whole Tri-State
20 thou' on the arm, more rocks on the charm
And I done copped from every
Damn haze spot on Audubon
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
Add up everything you got
It ain't amountin' to me
I'm in the Crown Victoria, Mac in the back
See these little niggas rappin' to rap
Man I just happen to rap
Know what I do: manufacturing crack
Keep talking, get you snatched
For that scratch, clapped with the Mac
I'm 'bout to buy more guns
'bout to buy more trucks
And when we on the road
Bitches follow the tour bus
You mad cause you losing, plus in the Bronx
I'm responsible for most of the
Stabbings and the shootings