Get 'Em Girls / The Mizzle Outro
Cam'ron Lyrics


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I get the boasters boasting, I get computers putting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholly, holy, you'll say holy moley
Here come the coroner get 'em, play rolly poley
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's rapping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dummy nigga
Killa keeps twenty bikers (I'm getting money nigga)
So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled
Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)
Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie, Cocoon, had my Uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)

[Chorus]

My team is the Goonies we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemesis, and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm loony
But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)
Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in boot camp, you on food stamps

Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the okey, dokey
Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound woodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me, killa





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics are a rap boast about Cam'ron's power and influence in the hip-hop world. He claims to do the shooting and recruiting, as well as nurturing the brains of his students, who are the up-and-coming rappers in the industry. He references Buddhism and Judaism, suggesting that he has a deep knowledge of religions and cultures, and boasts about his ability to hit anyone from "Roota to Toota." He also talks about his ability to leave people in awe, saying he'll leave them saying "holy moley" and referring to himself as the "hoolah of Hoosiers."


The chorus is about money, power, and women. Cam'ron references dice games, drugs, and women, bragging about his ability to get all three. He also warns other rappers to back off or join his team, saying he's getting money either way. The final verse is about helping someone get their son out of school and onto Maury Povich's show while also making fun of someone on welfare.


Overall, the lyrics showcase Cam'ron's arrogance and confidence in his abilities, both as a rapper and as a successful businessman in the hip-hop industry.


Line by Line Meaning

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers putting
I control everything, even the braggarts and the advanced technology


Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
If someone threatens you, I'll take care of it on your behalf


I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I lead and teach the people who follow me


I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
I develop and guide the ideas that drive our group forward


Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I don't discriminate based on religion or ethnicity


I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
I have various types of guns that can shoot from long to short distances


Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I shoot people who disrespects us, even those who make music beats


I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers
I'm the true leader, the main man of my people


I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I take mostly amphetamines and opioids


I'll leave you wholly, holy, you'll say holy moley
I'll blow your mind away with my skills and success


Here come the coroner get 'em, play rolly poley
When someone is dead because of me, I don't care, I just move on and party


I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
I'll share tales of my violent exploits and how I keep my cool


When it's rapping time, I get on extra grind
When I'm recording a song, I'm fully focused and highly productive


Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
I can cook anything to perfection, from lightly fried to highly seasoned dishes


Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
I wear the best designer leather jackets and accessories


Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind
I'm so confident in my abilities that I don't need validation from others


They getting nice, they got some ice
Others are becoming more successful and acquiring valuable possessions


Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)
Let's take risks and gamble on our future success with the help of women


They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Others are making money and dealing with drugs


Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
Let's call upon our network of criminals to support our endeavors


See acting feisty, getting shiesty
A woman is behaving aggressively and dishonestly


Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Tell the woman who thinks she is my romantic partner to assist us


Just lay back, get your face slapped
Relax and enjoy the adrenaline rush of dangerous situations


We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
We're gambling with a lot of money, asking a woman to cheer us on


You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dummy nigga
Someone is acting suspicious and foolish


Killa keeps twenty bikers (I'm getting money nigga)
I have loyal friends who will help me with anything, and I'm making a fortune


So you should move away, or join the dude in Play
You should stay out of my way or work for me


Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
That way, you can also profit from my success


First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
I'm the first person to arrive at exclusive clubs, and I dress impeccably


Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
I'm the most attractive man, and I wear expensive jewelry on my ears


Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
I have luxurious cars and houses, and I show them off


Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
I'm spending your money on myself, and I'm having sex with your partner


Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
My pictures are hanging on walls, and my genitals are coveted by women


Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
I'm using sex to assert my dominance and pleasure myself


Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Others are pretending to be successful, but I'm actually making a lot of money


Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled
I don't eat cheap meals at places like Sizzler, my expensive steaks are always hot


Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
My friend is excellent and reliable when it comes to making money


Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)
We're generating income quickly and easily, and we're proud of it


Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
I'm driving fast with music blasting, feeling invincible


For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)
I'm so rich that I can afford extravagant spaces for parties and sex


Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
I'm dancing and having sex with a lot of women


Since the movie, Cocoon, had my Uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)
I've had a powerful weapon since the time of the movie Cocoon, and I'm bragging about it


My team is the Goonies we where seen with Buffonies
My associates are fierce and loyal, and we're often hanging out with attractive women


Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemesis, and Bloomies
My friends are well-dressed and wear designer clothes from high-end stores like Nemesis and Bloomingdale's


Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm loony
A woman wants to have sex with me from behind, and she thinks I'm crazy


But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)
But then she showed me her bare butt, and I'm excited about it


Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I'm referring to myself in the third person, and there are fake diamonds in my jewelry


I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
I'll assist you in removing your child from a bad school


Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
I'll help your son become a successful rapper like Maury Povich's son


Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
If you cross me, I'll make sure you end up on a TV show for paternity tests


He in boot camp, you on food stamps
Your son is in military training, and you're relying on government assistance for food


Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
You're on welfare and don't have access to decent health care, and you're promiscuous


And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
I'm lucky and successful, while you're unfortunate and struggling


No Rice a Roni, that's the okey, dokey
I'm not relying on cheap instant meals like Rice a Roni, everything is going well for me


Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
My friend Toby and I are making you dance and follow our lead


Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
I'm wielding a gun and making you move in circles to assert my authority


Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound woodie
I'm offering you marijuana to smoke with me


Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I'm giving you directions and permission to go make money outside our area


I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
I used to be $40,000 in debt, but now I'm $50,000 richer


Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me, killa
I'm making money so fast, and no one can compete with me




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