I know you niggas miss the "old Cam"
Life fast, I ain't never make no slow jam
I'm lighting gas, bitch I'm feeling up the whole lamp
Too much style, I can really make ya hoe damp
Had me switch places with her man with the Soul Clap
I say what I feel with no blow back
You don't like raps?
Suck My Dick nigga
Hold dat
Merovingian tucks in a Tux
You can't fold that
Too proper
A head case, I need two doctors
One for spirit and my mood chakras
The other one keeps health my propped up
You ain't shellshocked us
You niggas scattered when them shells popped up
I made bail, send a kite
I heard the cell block tough
I'm Scott free, I'm off the boat
You can't sail like us
Platinum plus, Gold links
You can't sell like us
Slipped out them cuffs
You can't jail us -
Too wavy
New hoes saying, "Please save me!" (No.)
New foes saying, "He hates me!" (I do!)
Well, both is true
At sunrise, listening to Sun-Rah
Catching up on Sun-Tzu
I'm trying see what bitches brew
And you can cheat
'Cuz I don't really care what women do
I just love the money
Don't you ever get it misconstrued
I went from cold nights
All alone, to chilling on the roof
To coupes, overnight
One push, I could lose the roof
The Black Babe Ruth
I'm the King of Clout
Old School
The pack of Lamb's Bread
It brought the demons out
Made tapes back in '08
Now we ringing out
Heart throb
Dropped Marceline
And had 'em bleeding out
Now? I don't care
I wanna see where it leads me now-
I'm outside hoe
Looking like a snack
Kush clouds in the air
I really brought the pack
MVP, DMP
I really got the stats
Told her my soul deep
This bitch really brought a map
Swiper no swiping
'Cuz I really got bag
I was kicked out the dojo
I really had to stack
Told hoes that I'm broke but I really had the stash
The racks are like Gojo
I brought 'em back in half
Then come back like I'm Gojo
Just to beat you ass
Lost in the world
I just had to touch the grass
I always had hustle but I never touched a mag
But I always kept a blade
I will open up and slash
You dying in my face
I'm just rolling up this hash
Then I laughed
Said to myself, "This shit is gas"
Left the blood all on my 1's
And I wiped the ash
F*ck 'em all.
Cameron Jordan - I'm Outside Lyrics
Cameron Jordan - I'm Outside Lyrics
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English
I know you niggas miss the "old Cam"
Life fast, I ain't never make no slow jam
I'm lighting gas, bitch I'm feeling up the whole lamp
Too much style, I can really make ya hoe damp
Had me switch places with her man with the Soul Clap
I say what I feel with no blow back
You don't like raps?
Suck My Dick nigga
Hold dat
Merovingian tucks in a Tux
You can't fold that
Too proper
A head case, I need two doctors
One for spirit and my mood chakras
The other one keeps health my propped up
You ain't shellshocked us
You niggas scattered when them shells popped up
I made bail, send a kite
I heard the cell block tough
I'm Scott free, I'm off the boat
You can't sail like us
Platinum plus, Gold links
You can't sell like us
Slipped out them cuffs
You can't jail us -
Too wavy
New hoes saying, "Please save me!" (No.)
New foes saying, "He hates me!" (I do!)
Well, both is true
At sunrise, listening to Sun-Rah
Catching up on Sun-Tzu
I'm trying see what bitches brew
And you can cheat
'Cuz I don't really care what women do
I just love the money
Don't you ever get it misconstrued
I went from cold nights
All alone, to chilling on the roof
To coupes, overnight
One push, I could lose the roof
The Black Babe Ruth
I'm the King of Clout
Old School
The pack of Lamb's Bread
It brought the demons out
Made tapes back in '08
Now we ringing out
Heart throb
Dropped Marceline
And had 'em bleeding out
Now? I don't care
I wanna see where it leads me now-
I'm outside hoe
Looking like a snack
Kush clouds in the air
I really brought the pack
MVP, DMP
I really got the stats
Told her my soul deep
This bitch really brought a map
Swiper no swiping
'Cuz I really got bag
I was kicked out the dojo
I really had to stack
Told hoes that I'm broke but I really had the stash
The racks are like Gojo
I brought 'em back in half
Then come back like I'm Gojo
Just to beat you ass
Lost in the world
I just had to touch the grass
I always had hustle but I never touched a mag
But I always kept a blade
I will open up and slash
You dying in my face
I'm just rolling up this hash
Then I laughed
Said to myself, "This shit is gas"
Left the blood all on my 1's
And I wiped the ash
F*ck 'em all.
Life fast, I ain't never make no slow jam
I'm lighting gas, bitch I'm feeling up the whole lamp
Too much style, I can really make ya hoe damp
Had me switch places with her man with the Soul Clap
I say what I feel with no blow back
You don't like raps?
Suck My Dick nigga
Hold dat
Merovingian tucks in a Tux
You can't fold that
Too proper
A head case, I need two doctors
One for spirit and my mood chakras
The other one keeps health my propped up
You ain't shellshocked us
You niggas scattered when them shells popped up
I made bail, send a kite
I heard the cell block tough
I'm Scott free, I'm off the boat
You can't sail like us
Platinum plus, Gold links
You can't sell like us
Slipped out them cuffs
You can't jail us -
Too wavy
New hoes saying, "Please save me!" (No.)
New foes saying, "He hates me!" (I do!)
Well, both is true
At sunrise, listening to Sun-Rah
Catching up on Sun-Tzu
I'm trying see what bitches brew
And you can cheat
'Cuz I don't really care what women do
I just love the money
Don't you ever get it misconstrued
I went from cold nights
All alone, to chilling on the roof
To coupes, overnight
One push, I could lose the roof
The Black Babe Ruth
I'm the King of Clout
Old School
The pack of Lamb's Bread
It brought the demons out
Made tapes back in '08
Now we ringing out
Heart throb
Dropped Marceline
And had 'em bleeding out
Now? I don't care
I wanna see where it leads me now-
I'm outside hoe
Looking like a snack
Kush clouds in the air
I really brought the pack
MVP, DMP
I really got the stats
Told her my soul deep
This bitch really brought a map
Swiper no swiping
'Cuz I really got bag
I was kicked out the dojo
I really had to stack
Told hoes that I'm broke but I really had the stash
The racks are like Gojo
I brought 'em back in half
Then come back like I'm Gojo
Just to beat you ass
Lost in the world
I just had to touch the grass
I always had hustle but I never touched a mag
But I always kept a blade
I will open up and slash
You dying in my face
I'm just rolling up this hash
Then I laughed
Said to myself, "This shit is gas"
Left the blood all on my 1's
And I wiped the ash
F*ck 'em all.
Writer: Cameron Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid