[Intro - Cam'ron]
They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I sign myself
Getchya cake up!
[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
I'm like a crack addict
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe fast
Eat ass on point like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got tramp whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to find
Soft white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's mine (Mine!)
They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder
That's why I look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly I am
They wanna know what fuckin label I'm signing to
I'm the C.E.O. of Diplomat Records, I sign myself
Getchya cake up!
[Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
I'm like a crack addict
With these Macs I've got a bad habit
Clack-clack, in the pen, back out, I'm back at it
It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit
Out the black hat, black. Back home to my Craftmatic
Next to it: stash mattress. Under it: cash, bastard
Had them bitches ass-backwards, fuck 'em like a jackrabbit
Is she crab status? Call the girl a itchy twat
Stick me not, I go and get dutches, it's a 50-box
I got weed, hash; when I breeze past, breathe fast
Eat ass on point like Steve Nash
But I'm fixin to be OG Nixon in 3
Enough jewels, you fools - I'm cool! - my kicks are a G
I got tramp whores. Yours!
Been V.I.P. since B.I.G
I never seen a dance floor (Nope!)
Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke
Girls with contacts want contact, I tell 'em "nope!"
You go "Pon' de River": leave you in ponds and rivers
Don Juan, a Long John, the long arm of harm'll hitchya
We like the March Of Dimes the way we march with dimes
Good help is hard to find
Soft white the art I twine
Art design, archin' mine, Fresno to Clarke I'm fine
Sun ill, Gun Hill, back to Central park, it's mine (Mine!)
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