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  • Текст песни Cam'Ron - Horse And Carriage



    Chorus

    Mase:
    Mamacita
    Horse and carriage is for hire
    Mamacita, please senorita
    We gonna rise to the top
    Horse and carriage
    See my loves for hire


    Cam'Ron:
    Ay yo, you might see Cam in designer underwear
    In a reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
    How we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
    And when it comez to girls, they behind us everywhere
    I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
    I mean what the hell is it, why you stressin' me child?
    It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
    But when I go to court, you know the dress in the trash
    You not my wife, so if after the sex I be fowl
    You better be down, the only question better be 'how'
    Threaten me now, let me style, no girl datin' me now
    In the ST with Un, are you sexy in thongs
    If you'll sex in this Lex and your stuff be the bomb
    I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
    (What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
    (Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!)

    Chorus


    Cam'Ron
    Yo, I love when catz think they bigger than a sumo
    That when I hit 'em with some Puerto Rican judo
    Uh, you don't know what that is
    That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
    (And yu dunno?) Yo' guns is hand me downs
    (And yu dunno?) We'll put you where you can't be found
    (And yu dunno?) You better toughin' up
    (And yu dunno?) Homeboy will ruff you up
    (And yu dunno?) Baby, we don't need you
    And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
    And when he got smashed I was like "me too"
    'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too"
    And when he got the job I was like "me too"
    And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
    What you get now is just a preview
    We all got it out, your car's see-through

    Chorus


    Cam'Ron
    Ay yo, I pull up to the hotel with my whip on blast
    Say to the vallay homeboy "don't hit my jag"
    Seen the bell boy, yo he won't get my cash
    Just show me my room yo, and get my bags
    So the girl, that's my hon, I'm gon' drop this glass
    I guess he was shocked when I touched her stash
    It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
    "Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
    And we havin' a party later tonight
    Like Phil Collins have in "The Heat Of The Night"
    'Cause Cam rock the party (All Night Long)
    'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
    It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
    (and uh) drop ticks (and uh) we pop Cris
    Right now too tipsied to drive
    But I got my horse and carriage right outside

    Chorus


    Mamacita
    Horse and carriage is for hire
    Mamacita, please senorita
    We gonna rise to the top
    Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
    Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and blood shed forevah
    And we gonna rise
    And we gonna rise
    And we gonna rise