Cam’ron - Sports, Drugs And Entertainment lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Sports, Drugs And Entertainment lyrics]
Cam'ron miscellaneous
Sports, Drugs And Entertainment
Uh huh, yeah
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle
Yo, yo yo yo yo
Some get a little and some get none
Shit, I was part of the some get none
The ball, run for run
Play the slums for crumbs
Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball
But I came to practice weed scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable
If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
I can hoop, yo
All-American in my age group, yo
Raised bad settled for a ju co
(junior college)
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
All i did was rob and mug on campus
Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
At the toast got bad
Payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit
Middle of Texas
Call moms, she don't want the phone act
She don't condone it, Cam don't come home
Shit
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock
Or you got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, ayo
Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
But everbody like, Cam, "Yo
I thought you in school"
Nah, im about to go back, huh
They know that im lyin'
See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
Shiesty again, no where without iron
Seems like my school life self destroyed
Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race
Tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tryed to fuck my PO, she ignored that
Said, "Know what Cam your
Found with more crack"
See what happen', stopped the crackin'
Start rappin', quit the clappin'
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that i became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby
Dead on the stoop but Un hooked me up with
All this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I don't just rhyme I own
Liquor stores and such, but
Yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas wanna get they gun
Then start the clap game for dat fame
Throwa Untertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arrainment, Killa
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Dis a problem for they environment, killa
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arraignment
Sports, Drugs And Entertainment
Uh huh, yeah
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle
Yo, yo yo yo yo
Some get a little and some get none
Shit, I was part of the some get none
The ball, run for run
Play the slums for crumbs
Wired, real tired, till my lungs are done
After all, I was nice in ball
But I came to practice weed scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable
If your nice they make sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real mvp, and 55th
I can hoop, yo
All-American in my age group, yo
Raised bad settled for a ju co
(junior college)
Uh, but why they let a thug on campus
All i did was rob and mug on campus
Sliced, rolled dice, got shiest on campus
At the toast got bad
Payed the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done dude
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit
Middle of Texas
Call moms, she don't want the phone act
She don't condone it, Cam don't come home
Shit
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slangin' crack-rock
Or you got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, ayo
Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool
But everbody like, Cam, "Yo
I thought you in school"
Nah, im about to go back, huh
They know that im lyin'
See me on broadway, know what im buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n
Shiesty again, no where without iron
Seems like my school life self destroyed
Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed
Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing
Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game
Till one of the workers pulled a small case
Mouth runnin' like a dog race
Tryin' to get us all laced
I was slangin, but wasn't a kingpin
A slow case n', verdict probation
Tryed to fuck my PO, she ignored that
Said, "Know what Cam your
Found with more crack"
See what happen', stopped the crackin'
Start rappin', quit the clappin'
Yo, yo, as a young nigga, always into crime
But no matter what, yo, always used to rhyme
So in that i became more curious
Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEO's heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby
Dead on the stoop but Un hooked me up with
All this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more the clutch, money more the touch
I don't just rhyme I own
Liquor stores and such, but
Yeah
Yo, the rap game remind me of the crack game
Niggas wanna get they gun
Then start the clap game for dat fame
Throwa Untertainment
Sport, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arrainment, Killa
That's how it go on my block
Mad props, let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Dis a problem for they environment, killa
Sports, Drugs, Entertainment
Till the arraignment