Letras Welcome to My World - Cam'Ron

Welcome to My World

Female: Hey Cam we’re going to the park, you want to come?\nCam’ron: Man, fuck you shorty. I don’t do what everybody else does.\nYou want to hang with me, come to my world\nReporting live girl (from where)\nFrom where they kidnap and hide girls (wifey in the cut)\nBut I got four or five side girls\nFive in ya dry curls\nGirl what you talking about? Yo who you talking to?\nWelcome to my world\nWhere you might get your shit laced\nGirls got their wigs laced\nSpit on cop cars,\nThey still having dog fights, they still having dog fights?!\nMan they don’t care about vacay’s\nThe corner store is a cover up\nGirls fight at the nail salon\nBaby mom and wifey, well see they don’t get along\n(They tried to blame me though)\nI say you bitches done got it wrong (Word up)\nOld girl got me fucked up\nThis cold world got you sucked up, oh well tough luck\nI’d like to take this time, New York City\nMan what the fuck’s up?\nWelcome to my world (x2)\nFemale: Girl you know my baby father ain’t give me no money in 2 years?\nHe ain’t even get the kids no school clothes, but he going to ask me to suck\nhis dick. (Mhm) Welcome to my world\nWelcome to my world (what up)\nThat’s what you fools be dreaming about\nThe two-door I be leaning out\nNot Arizona, but my cousin in Phoenix house\nI hope that he detox\nMan they better clean him out, But look cribs we clean 'em out\nGo in your grill like Paul Wall\nLike dominoes you all fall\nAnd I’m like Santa, yea I got something for all y’all\nThat Johnson and Johnson\nThat ain’t no baby powder (Go ahead and just taste it)\nWhat you’re thinking it may be flour\n(5, 5 thick thighs)\nYeah she got some lady power\nI nutted on her face, baby that’s just a baby shower\nBeen doing this before Bathing Apes\nMoving out state to state\nMan I been on this paper chase\nNiggas just hate to hate, but they know I be making pape\nDon’t matter the season\nBut I been about shake n' bake (no homo)\nMan I told all you hoes before\nI don’t care we could go to war\nMy homies unload the four\nI know that you know the score\nAnd my jewelry?\nYou can’t get out no clothing store (shit)