Cam’ron - Sports Drugs Entertainment lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Sports Drugs Entertainment lyrics]
Uh huh, yeah
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle
Trying to make a little hustle
Some get a little, 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'd come to practice weed-scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable if you're nice they make
Sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real MVP in 55th, I can hoop
Yo all-American in my age group, yo
Grades bad, settled for a JuCo
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
Had the toast got bagged
Paid the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done duke
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit
Middle of Texas
Call moms, she don't want the phone
That she don't condone and
"Cam don't come home", shit
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, ayo, coming back home
I thought it'd be cool
But everybody like, "Cam
Yo I thought you're in school"
"Nah, I'm about to go back", huh
Know that I'm lyin'
See me on Broadway, know what I'm buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eyin'
Shiesty again, nowhere without iron
Seems like my school life self-destroyed
Fuck gettin' a job bitch, 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 running like a dog race
Trying to get us all laced
I was slingin', but wasn't the kingpin
A slow casing, verdict: probation
Tried to fuck my PO, she ignored that
Said, "know what Cam? Get
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 being up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEOs heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby
Dead on your stoop but Un hooked me up with
All this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more to clutch, money more to 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, roll with Untertainment
Sport, drugs, entertainment
Till the arraignment killa!
That's how it go on my block, mad props
Let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Just a product of they environment, killa
Sports, drugs, entertainment
'til the arraignment
This goes to all my hustlers, entertainers
And of course, athletes in the struggle
Trying to make a little hustle
Some get a little, 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'd come to practice weed-scented
Report card like the speed limit
55-55 expellable if you're nice they make
Sure that you eligible
Pretty final, '92 played the city finals
Pretty swift, real MVP in 55th, I can hoop
Yo all-American in my age group, yo
Grades bad, settled for a JuCo
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
Had the toast got bagged
Paid the price on campus
Forgot about ball, I was done duke
Now I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit
Middle of Texas
Call moms, she don't want the phone
That she don't condone and
"Cam don't come home", shit
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Cause the streets is a short stop
Either you slinging crack rock or you
Got a wicked jump shot
Yo, yo, ayo, coming back home
I thought it'd be cool
But everybody like, "Cam
Yo I thought you're in school"
"Nah, I'm about to go back", huh
Know that I'm lyin'
See me on Broadway, know what I'm buyin'
Niggas gettin' money, know what I'm eyin'
Shiesty again, nowhere without iron
Seems like my school life self-destroyed
Fuck gettin' a job bitch, 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 running like a dog race
Trying to get us all laced
I was slingin', but wasn't the kingpin
A slow casing, verdict: probation
Tried to fuck my PO, she ignored that
Said, "know what Cam? Get
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 being up north delirious, more serious
Uh, so Killa did mixtapes
CEOs heard, now here come big cake
But one cat said Cam you better recoup
Before you back on your block, baby
Dead on your stoop but Un hooked me up with
All this cheddar and loot
The best rap deal of all time next to Snoop
Money more to clutch, money more to 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, roll with Untertainment
Sport, drugs, entertainment
Till the arraignment killa!
That's how it go on my block, mad props
Let off mad shots
All my peoples out there tryin' it
Just a product of they environment, killa
Sports, drugs, entertainment
'til the arraignment