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Horse & Carriage

[Cam'ron] Aye yo, you might see Cam in designer underwear new reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial I mean what the fuck 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 of the trial You not my wife, so if I ask head I be fowl you better be down, the only question better be 'how' Threaten me now, let me style, no girl gettin me now In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs If you'll sex in this Lex and your head be the bomb I'll get you that shit that Gretzky skate on (What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice (Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!) Shut the fuck up Chorus [Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire [Cam'ron] Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo That when I hit 'em with a little Puerto Rican judo Oh, you don't know what that is That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is" (And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs (And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found (And you don't know) You better toughin' up (Cause you don't know) Nigga we'll fuck you up (And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too Cuz when he got cash, I was like "me too" And when he got ass I said "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 tinted out, your car's see-through I see you Chorus [Cam'ron] Aye yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast Tell the valet mother fucker, "don't hit my Jag" Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass But it really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight "Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right And we havin' a party leeter tonight Like Phil Collins have in "The Heat Of The Night" Cuz Cam rocks the party (all night long) 'Til when? ('til the early morn) It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit (and uh) I drop six (and uh) we pop Cris Right now too tipsy to drive but I got my horse and carriage right outside Chorus Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna riiiiiiise to the top Michael Foster, Puffy Combs Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed foreva And we gonna riiiiiise And we gonna riiiiiise And we gonna riiiiiise to the top

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