Cam’ron - White Girls lyrics

Killa!
Let me tell you about my wifey real quick
Had her wifed up that's what's
In and shit ya dig?
Let me tell you 'bout her

Yo, she took me out my stinkin' aces
To the pinkest bracelet face it, the basics
No way you could think I'm racist
Got a white girl
Tell you that she's quite thorough
Borough to borough
Flew me through this white world
(from what?)
From Colombia, then she moved to Canada
Now she live in Harlem, right
And you could say I manage her
Met her in '90, Jeru was the Damaja
I wasn't understanding her
Everyone was a fan of her
That was confusing her, he was abusing her
That wasn't new to her
Bought me a Luger brah'
Of course of course, never had intercourse
Of course of course
Without her wouldn't of been a boss
I would flip for my mama
Got me getting my commas (get it?)
Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas
(YES)
Swam in the ocean, I was dishing piranhas
That's my girl girl, yup, so
Give her some honor, and

Poppa had a dream poppa had a dream
Poppa had a dream
Ooooooh, yes he di i i i i i d

Uh, my pride and joy, I call her butter
When she bake a cake
I told her we'd be lovers
She live with me right
I hide her from my mother
See she wouldn't understand I'm
Supplying the gutta, nope
I let my baby hang outside with the brothers
Come back
Cake on the bed the size of the covers
Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker
Took a hit without paying
Get a dime for my butter
That's my homie my mama, second only to ganja
But I did watch her, play Tony Montana
Here's a Quaaludes, yep she'll be back
For them pesos, yep she'll be crack
Watch so bright, money so right
I got 7 workers, she's Snow White
And you know the steez
I'm at the ocean breeze
Killa Cam hand to hand with Coca Leafs

And, it's it's them boys wE GET DOUGH
ASK A FIEND 'cause they know
And, and don't be shy wHERE THE LYE
YESSIRY wE GET HIGH
Fa'sho, dipset, let's ride, and

Poppa had a dream pOPPA HAD A DREAM (Killa)
POPPA HAD A DREAM (uhh)
Ooooooh, yes he di i i i i i d

Uhh, Magoo said that the bird's the word
But the fur Byrd gang flip birds on curbs
And, it's ya homie dunny, I got a pony dummy
Phonies clone me, calm down I'm only money
Like Prince Akeem, you the servant Semmi
Living Martin's dream as I burn the hemi
Not concerned with many, got my girl here
When it come to money
Shit I'm burning plenty, and

Poppa had a dream poppa had a dream
Poppa had a dream
Ooooooh, yes he di i i i i i d

And, it's it's them boys wE GET DOUGH
ASK A FIEND 'cause they know
And, and don't be shy wHERE THE LYE
YESSIRY wE GET HIGH
Fa'sho, dipset, let's ride, and