Cam’ron Lyrics

Toast to Me By Cam’ron Heatmakerz, crack music Oh, so that I may wor- Worship you (Oh, so beautiful) I need you, too They said get there by midnight, I’m

Medellin By Cam’ron ADM Authentic This- This is the Medellin This- This- This is the Medellin Uh (Killa) Ni- Ni- Ni- Nigga that Medellin Burn ya lungs, I be steamin’

Losin’ Weight 3 By Cam’ron Present’s great, the future’s bright, one thing you can’t take away is my past, though Huh, shorty told me her story, I ain’t cast any

K.O.P. By Cam’ron Get Large, bald docteur Baby girl, baby, baby girl wanna ride out Told her what she don’t wanna hear (I don’t care) She said, “I wanna go

Big Deal By Cam’ron Like a bullet to my head Like a fool, I pretend That it’s on again On again (Uh, uh, yo) Michelle told me a story, man,

Fast Lane By Cam’ron Heatmakerz You can turn the beat up though (Crack Music) Tell you eight million stories, man It’s all actual factual, nigga Huh Killa Too easy Let

The Right One By Cam’ron Oh, we gon’ get this from top to bottom, baby We took too long off, man We gave y’all enough time to do what y’all

This Is My City By Cam’ron This is my city, my city Who ever thought Cam would grow to gross in the millions? 101 West, you should’ve seen my building

Keep Rising By Cam’ron You know I usually don’t do this, baby, let’s change the mood up (I’m gon’ give it to her) Matter fact, I usually do Oh, you

The Get Back By Cam’ron I’ma get it on the block Lookin’ for a way to flip Put it all in a pot Settin’ up shop, I know I’ll get

Just Be Honest By Cam’ron She did her thing (Did her thing), voila (Voila) When she sucked it her face looked like a sci-fi (Mmh) She put that hard dick

Ride the Wave By Cam’ron This God’s work, baby, cut it out, man (Good lovin’ daddy, ooh) You know I’m all about principle and you actin’ too cool for school,

Killa Bounce By Cam’ron Frenyce Entertainment Turn the beat up Keep quiet, bitch I-I-I been telling girls, fourth grade, in Mr. Noel’s We leave this bathroom, look, no kissing and

Believe in Flee By Cam’ron You- you- you got to believe something (Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh, ah-ah, uh-uh, uh-uh, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah) Why not believe in Flee? (Killa, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah,

Straight Harlem By Cam’ron (I’m straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) (I’m straight, Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World) You know that if you don’t know nothing else, nigga

I Don’t Know By I Don’t Know I don’t know, I don’t know I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know I don’t know, I don’t know I don’t