Campfire Aminé (Ft. Injury Reserve)

[Intro]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil' mama and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket then a hundred on the rims
That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch
That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch
That's my lil' bitch, that's-that's my lil' bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I'm a hot motherfucker (True)
Please, no pictures, I'm a tired motherfucker
Spidey senses tingle when it's fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that's true
West Coast 'til I D-I-E (Westside)
If you want respect, look me in my E-Y-E
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places (True)
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police (True)
Uh, Oprah for President (Woo), CLBN resident (Yeah)
Thizz-Face when I'm disgraced, that's the nigga in me (Uh-huh)
Might catch me at a Whole Foods (True)
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who