Cam'ron made his acting debut on the 2002 film Paid in Full, where he played the character Rico, who is based on former Harlem drug dealer Alpo. In 2006, Cam'ron would return to his acting career and make his debut in screen writing in his movie Killa Season. Cam'ron plays a high school basketball player who eventually drops out of high school to begin his own drug ring. The movie was released in 2006, simultaneous with the Killa Season album.
Gangsta Music
Cam'ron Lyrics
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Dip Set, Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
Come on, man, let's do It
Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere
Up, down, left, right
Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen
Shorty do with the wind
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step
I like a chick with big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest
What, shit, fuck, bitch
You so crazy
My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow, whoa
Rude boi lick a shot
Never seen up in a pot, oh, so much coke
Cook it to a bigga rock
And I be with dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz
Crack a dutch or Philly and chief chief with the gangstaz
I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady
They makin' me crazy
And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me
And I'm makin' 'em crazy
And they like when I do it, they like when I move it
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda
I'm movin', movin', movin'
He's movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin', movin'
Stop movin', shot bruise 'em
Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc
It's my year so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain's was here
Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it
Shorty came to do it
I bang with the five, I see hate in ya eyes
You waitin' to die
I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives
Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side
You can love it, you can hate it
You can want it
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again
I'm a better child, you's a pedophile
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP's, deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.'s, we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstasy
Lean, dope, and wet to sale
We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I'm movin', movin', movin'
Y'all losin', losin', losin'
I'm movin', movin', movin'
He's movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin', movin'
Stop movin', shot bruise 'em
Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc
It's my year so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain's was here
I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe
I don't see a touchdown, arms up field goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low
Lil' dick, you a dick head, not dildo
I chill though, pippin' in the Range
All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved with they fam
Ask you, tattoos on they hand
Slang all the white, cruise with the tan
Pink on they back, blue in they van
Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock
Purple in the air, green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
That's cool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you
I'm movin', movin', movin'
He's movin', movin', movin'
We movin', movin', movin'
Stop movin', shot bruise 'em
Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc
It's my year so
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here
Like Kurt Cobain's was here
The song "More Gangsta Music" is a rap track by CAM'RON and Juelz Santana, produced by Heatmakerz. The song is the sequel to "Gangsta Music" released back in 2002. The song is a classic hip-hop tune with lots of bragging rights and references to gang culture.
The first verse of the song talks about CAM'RON's love for women with bigger breasts and his readiness to defend himself with his Tech and his gangsters around him. The chorus is catchy and can be heard everywhere with the crowd shouting yeah, yeah. The second verse by Juelz Santana talks about how gangsters move with weed, coke, and ecstasy, and the songwriters seem unapologetic about their lifestyle. The third verse refers to Chicago and the hunt for a real hoe. There's a reference to R. Kelly's tape and dismissal of enemies with a kiss of death.
In summary, the song talks about the life of gangsters and their activities, including drug use, money-making, and their readiness to defend themselves in any situation. The songwriters are proud of their lifestyle and are not afraid to boast about their success or threaten their enemies.
Line by Line Meaning
Can I get a, yeah, yeah, everywhere
I need a response from everyone, everywhere
Up, down, left, right
In all directions, all around
Shorty's movin' again, shorty's loose with the pen
The artist's lyrics are freestyling with ease
Shorty do with the wind
The artist's flow is effortless, like the wind
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
People believe the artist is confident like Superman
Tech on my left, gangstaz with me ready to step
The artist is prepared with weapons and a crew of gangstaz
I like a chick with big breasts on her chest
The artist is attracted to women with large breasts
Not flat lookin' like somebody stepped on her chest
The artist is not attracted to women with small breasts
What, shit, fuck, bitch
Obscenities used for emphasis
You so crazy
The artist recognizes someone's wild behavior
My niggaz spit the glock, oh, so slow, whoa
The artist's crew is not in a hurry to use their weapons
Rude boi lick a shot
A reference to Jamaican dancehall culture where gunshots are imitated
Never seen up in a pot, oh, so much coke
The artist has never seen so much cocaine
Cook it to a bigga rock
The artist knows how to make crack cocaine
And I be with dem gangstaz, I creep with the gangstaz
The artist associates with and moves carefully with gangstaz
Crack a dutch or Philly and chief chief with the gangstaz
The artist smokes marijuana with the gangstaz
I stay with a lady, she stay with a lady
The artist has a girlfriend who also has a girlfriend
They makin' me crazy
The artist's girlfriends are driving him insane
And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me
The artist ejaculates on his significant others in a way that makes them hate him
And I'm makin' 'em crazy
The artist's actions are causing his lovers to go insane
And they like when I do it, they like when I move it
The artist's lovers enjoy his sexual actions and movements
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
The artist's lovers enjoy when he is rough during sex
I stay icy on purpose, like icy preservers
The artist wears jewelry to look cool and emulate Ice
More than likely I'm the nicest you hearda
The artist believes he is the best you have ever heard
Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc
Cam'ron is taking over the record label
It's my year so
The artist believes it is his year for success
It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here
Everyone from Cam'ron's group is here
Like Kurt Cobain's was here
The energy in the room is similar to when Kurt Cobain was present
Still listen to gangsta music, how dem gangstaz do it
The artist still enjoys listening to gangster music and emulating their behavior
Shorty came to do it
The artist is ready to perform
I bang with the five, I see hate in ya eyes
The artist will fight with his crew and can see animosity in others
You waitin' to die
The artist senses that someone is waiting to kill him
I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives
The artist hopes his enemies can find a better path than wasting their lives on violence
Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side
The artist enjoys making money and removing scrapes from his weapons
You can love it, you can hate it
The artist knows he will have both fans and haters
I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
The artist is great at the rap game and has a beige car in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he's movin' again
The police came, but the artist is still moving
I'm a better child, you's a pedophile
The artist believes he is better than you and that you are a pedophile
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
The artist spends money around and is satisfied with his girlfriend's performace
They DTP's, deep throat professionals
The artist's girlfriends are skilled at oral sex
My D.I.P.'s, we so professional
The artist's group is very skilled at what they do
Got weed, coke, and ecstasy
The artist has drugs to sell
Lean, dope, and wet to sale
The artist has more drugs to sell
We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake
The artist and his group smoke a lot of marijuana
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
The artist doesn't like foreigners and is surprised to see them
Y'all losin', losin', losin'
The artist believes his enemies are losing
I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe
The artist is in Chicago looking for a real woman
I don't see a touchdown, arms up field goal
The artist is not seeing success, only mediocrity
Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low
The artist has valuable jewelry
Lil' dick, you a dick head, not dildo
The artist insults his enemy's manhood
I chill though, pippin' in the Range
The artist is relaxed while driving a luxury car
All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
The artist has so much jewelry it looks like lightning in his chains, but he is still ashamed of it
Who was first that moved with they fam
The artist is wondering who was the first to move with their family
Ask you, tattoos on they hand
The artist is asking the listener to identify who has tattoos on their hand
Slang all the white, cruise with the tan
The artist sells cocaine and drives with the tan leather seats
Pink on they back, blue in they van
The artist's enemies have pink blood stains on their back and drive blue vans
Yellow on his ear, steam on the rock
The artist's enemies have yellow earrings and smoke crack cocaine
Purple in the air, green in his pocket
The artist's enemies are smoking purple marijuana and carrying green bills in their pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
The artist is not insulting his enemy, just getting rid of them
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
The artist threatens to embarrass and degrade his enemy like R. Kelly did
That's cool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris on you
The artist will waste drinks on his enemy
Ya family will be missin' you, there's a kiss for you
The artist threatens to harm his enemy's family and blows a kiss goodbye
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: LARON L. JAMES, M. COLLINS, BOBBY DIXON, GREGORY OMAR GREEN, D. RICHARD, S. THOMAS, CAMERON GILES, PAUL HENTON, GREGORY WILLIAM GREEN, LARON L JAMES, MIGEL ORLANDO COLLINS, PAUL A HENTON, RICHARD D'ANJOU, SEON D THOMAS
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