Cam’ron - Just Us lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Just Us lyrics]
Uh, yo her shoes straight was hooker
Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar
I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke
She said she hate a pusher
I said I hate a booger
A snotty attitude, she laughed
I purple haze and kushed her
My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble
I'm havin' woman problems
It all began in Harlem
Wife with the Lou' Vuitton said I'm livin'
Wrong and I did her wrong forget the song
I swear I love her to death
But we can't get along
Her problems big as hell, her dad died man
Beat her friend crossed up
Ma Breast cancer got laid off and
Plus her son got sickle cell
Damn mami, hit the L
Misses Bell got shit to tell
Sounds horrific, ain't a doctor
But your son I wish him well
Under this damn pressure she looked at me
I looked at her and then Cam measured
Started to Sanchez her
Tell you some dudes might fight some
Gunplay, day time and the night come
But I'm from Harlem
Want a problem yeah you're dealin'
Wit' the right one
The right one, a female, I like one
A straight girl
A dike one, either way, come on girl
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
I'm so tough, out the cuffs
Diamonds crushed, we so plush
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us) it's just us
Tell you the boy's amazing
I show some poise and patience
Lack of communication
Well that there destroys a nation
I'm God's child right
My dudes employed by Satan
And once the grape get dry
Hope y'all enjoy the raisin
Tanya never checked the check
Kim gettin' high, no self-respect
What you expect, MTV, naaa
Crack got Direct Effect
Plus all the side-effects
They coming fully-loaded
And then divide ya death, fuck protect
Better hide yo' neck
So I play homebase, and I keep a chrome case
And a lawyer just incase I catch a case
It's a very long race
Moving at the wrong pace
Hope you got strong brakes
My crew ain't nuttin' but candles
Yep we sittin' on cake
And all these birds we pitchin'
Well they're absurd and sickenin'
But I seen Brando 143rd and Lenox
Dirty kitchens
Back of the Burban hun, you heard me hun
She 31 gave her a Sanchez, yes a dirty one
Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar
I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke
She said she hate a pusher
I said I hate a booger
A snotty attitude, she laughed
I purple haze and kushed her
My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble
I'm havin' woman problems
It all began in Harlem
Wife with the Lou' Vuitton said I'm livin'
Wrong and I did her wrong forget the song
I swear I love her to death
But we can't get along
Her problems big as hell, her dad died man
Beat her friend crossed up
Ma Breast cancer got laid off and
Plus her son got sickle cell
Damn mami, hit the L
Misses Bell got shit to tell
Sounds horrific, ain't a doctor
But your son I wish him well
Under this damn pressure she looked at me
I looked at her and then Cam measured
Started to Sanchez her
Tell you some dudes might fight some
Gunplay, day time and the night come
But I'm from Harlem
Want a problem yeah you're dealin'
Wit' the right one
The right one, a female, I like one
A straight girl
A dike one, either way, come on girl
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
I'm so tough, out the cuffs
Diamonds crushed, we so plush
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us)
It's just us (it's just us) it's just us
Tell you the boy's amazing
I show some poise and patience
Lack of communication
Well that there destroys a nation
I'm God's child right
My dudes employed by Satan
And once the grape get dry
Hope y'all enjoy the raisin
Tanya never checked the check
Kim gettin' high, no self-respect
What you expect, MTV, naaa
Crack got Direct Effect
Plus all the side-effects
They coming fully-loaded
And then divide ya death, fuck protect
Better hide yo' neck
So I play homebase, and I keep a chrome case
And a lawyer just incase I catch a case
It's a very long race
Moving at the wrong pace
Hope you got strong brakes
My crew ain't nuttin' but candles
Yep we sittin' on cake
And all these birds we pitchin'
Well they're absurd and sickenin'
But I seen Brando 143rd and Lenox
Dirty kitchens
Back of the Burban hun, you heard me hun
She 31 gave her a Sanchez, yes a dirty one