Cam’ron, Juelz Santana - We Make Change lyrics

Killa, yo
I'm official nice, y'all niggas Fisher Price
Fuck trout, you 'bout? Let's fish for ice
This a wrist of light, get it right
A vicious price ($50, 000)
Plus my kicks are Nikes
This what the bitches like
Like your bitchin' wife and
Sister might get tonight
Mister right, kiss her right
Make sure that her lips get wiped
She don't suck nothing, buzzen
But she lick it nice she a hummer - nah
Plumber - she could "twist the pipes"
When I was 15, bang bang, I called my moms'
Cell, she snorting longthat
Don't even correspond
All the Ganj all is gone
Just came from Autobahn
Came back with the foreign Palm
(I'll holla) Shit, before I go berserk, jerk
When I sold it hurt
Urf told me go to school: nah, bitch
Go to work! (Get a job)
And gave the coldest smirk
Right after she stole my work
(Where you going with my shit?)
And the nerve to hold her purse (I'll holla)

We make change yay, we slang yay
It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay"
And we crazy, holmes 380, holmes
To your baby's dome: bang
Bang bang bang boom!
And we bomb like "La Bamba"
With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya
With bombs in their bombers
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
They love me, they hate me, like
(ay ay ay ay ay)

Killa! Okay, here come the rundown
Niggas gonna run down
Tell you put your gun down
Puff puff puff, shutdown Uptown
In the house, holla back
Going round, dunn clown
I'ma do this fast or slow
When I rap or when I bag a O
When I wrap that
Pass that, catch back, fast that
Motherfuckers had to know
Oh, oh, I'm about that cornbread
Believe me, I'm beyond dead
I do this for Bloodshed, do it for Bloodshed
Derek Michael Armstead
Me and him soul-to-soul
If you bowl your fold, better slow your role
Before your roll get popped
And them hoes them hop from pole to pole
Lemme slow it up (why?)
So y'all can cope n' touch
I'm heroin and sex in one: dope as fuck
I'm hopin', I'm ropin' the Trojan
And goin' a-hoin', "open it up"
If not, dogg, I'm choking the slut
Am I poking or what? You got to figure, dogg
The game and a chicken wing
Stupid "figure four"
I'm that nigga y'all - I just ball
Best-dressed, dress fresh, oh yes yes y'all

We make change yay, we slang yay
It sound like merengue, like "ay ay ay ay ay"
And we crazy, holmes 380, holmes
To your baby's dome: bang
Bang bang bang boom!
And we bomb like "La Bamba"
With bamba, send bombers to bomb ya
With bombs in their bombers
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
They love me, they hate me, like
(ay ay ay ay ay)