Jamaican Joint
Cam'ron Lyrics


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Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go are

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
Slow toes, I'm so cold, my dough folds
Killa!

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
And rat roach infested, them black po's in vests's
They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
That's where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay,
You know all them boys be outside
With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside,
And yes we scour the slums
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride,
Five-hundred thou on the block
The ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie!
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
I wanna meet her, I wanna see her, I wanna skeet skeet
I wanna juice that girl
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I wish a nigga would (aye)
Y'all kids is a waste, when I spark clips is a waste
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse
Nigga I ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high I'm high
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and I don't know why
Whoaa...

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute




Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!

Overall Meaning

The song "Jamaican Joint" by Cam'ron, Jim Jones, and Juelz Santana is a rap song that boasts about their lavish lifestyle and bravado as they navigate the music industry. The first verse starts off with a warning to "clowns" who try to approach them, accompanied by heavy beats and a catchy chorus. They flex their wealth by mentioning high-end fashion brands such as Roberto Cavalli and Emilio Pucci, while also referencing their prolific drug dealing past. The second verse continues with boasts about their success and skill set, with references to their hometown of Harlem and the dangerous environments they navigated in their youth. The chorus is repeated multiple times throughout the song, emphasizing their ability to live it up with their wealth and fame.


Overall, "Jamaican Joint" is a classic rap song that celebrates the success and lifestyle of its artists. It reflects the larger cultural trend of rap music in the early 2000s, where wealth and bravado were always front and center. The song's catchy chorus and heavy beats would make it a popular party anthem, as the trio boast about their high-end lifestyle and artistic success.


Line by Line Meaning

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds I pump in town
I don't tolerate foolish people, I deal drugs and make money in this area.


Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around
We party and jump around like famous groups House of Pain and Kris Kross.


Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly
We jump and show off our style, attracting attention from others.


Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We ride high-end motorcycles and wear designer clothes, attracting women.


We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby
We like Scooby Doo merchandise and you're stealing Gucci clothes, silly girl.


Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)
You got the designer wrong, it's Emilio Pucci, hoochie girl.


Write for sci-fi, I'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives
I write science fiction and I sell five kilos of drugs, I'm like a cat with nine lives.


Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
I have ten halves of drugs, five kilos of drugs, ten cars, five drivers, and ten bars of music, that's five thousand five hundred dollars.


That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
I have fifty-five thousand dollars, cha-ching, bye bye.


My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
My clothes are custom-tailored and I wear Chuck Taylor sneakers.


On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors
We carry guns on a yacht, we're like gangster sailors.


You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold
You're drinking low-quality beer and wearing inexpensive jewelry.


We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl
We're wearing expensive rose gold jewelry while attending a prestigious event.


Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls
We'll send you a bowl of flowers as a taunt, we've sold our souls to the devil.


Slow toes, I'm so cold, my dough folds
I'm calm and cool, my money doubles easily.


So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
I grew up in the same place as you all did.


Gettin closed by the jets
I'm traveling by private jet now.


I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death
I learned my rules from the gang and will keep them even if it means dying.


I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring
I risked twenty-five cents to gamble and won forty dollars.


Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem
Cam comes from 140th Street, the west side of Harlem.


And rat roachinfested, them black po's in vests's
The area is infested with rats and roaches and the police are heavily armed.


They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town
The police have a lot of money and they patrol through Juelz Santana's neighborhood.


That's where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side
That's where drugs are sold, we pass quickly down Broadway.


And where they always reside, and so much raw yay
They always stay there, and there's a lot of pure cocaine around.


You know all them boys be outside
You know all the gang members are often outside.


With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside
The police often arrive with sirens and guns, causing a commotion outside.


And yes we scour the slums
And yes, we search through the poor neighborhoods for customers.


You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride
You know our expensive cars are often parked outside, even a cocoa boy can ride them.


Five-hundred thou on the block
We have five-hundred thousand dollars on the streets, selling drugs.


The ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks
We sell drugs while riding around the block, playing music loudly.


Look I came up from that, cookin' that came from crack
I made it big from selling cocaine, going through the process of 'cooking' it.


New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!
I shine amongst the new kids, I'm New York's powerful gang member, look how successful I am!


I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta
I'm a gangster that shoots, raised to be a father, you're all fake, you're nothing.


I squeeze more fire, call coppers, squalie!
I shoot more bullets, calling on the cops to try and catch me, they can't!


Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be
Hear the gunshots, the bullets are being fired rapidly.


Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree
I'll shove a gun in your mouth if you keep talking non-sense.


We move with the tune boy, we shoot'em and move boy
We move and shoot to the rhythm of the music.


Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys
You can say we're the rudest gangsters around.


Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl
Move and dance with that girl, who is she?


I wanna meet her, I wanna see her, I wanna skeet skeet
I want to have sex with her, I want to see her naked, I want to ejaculate.


Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see
I have a good grip on my life, I'm a successful pimp, everything is good in my life, test me if you want to see.


I wish a nigga would (aye)
I hope someone tries to start trouble with me (sarcastically).


Y'all kids is a waste, when I spark clips is a waste
You kids are worthless, when I shoot bullets it's a waste of your life.


When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse
When people disrespect you, show them what you're made of.


Nigga I ride high, drive high, fly high, sky high, high high I'm high
I'm successful in everything I do, I'm living above everyone else, I'm high on life.


So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and I don't know why
I'm so high up, I fly above everyone, it's incredible but I don't know why.


Whoaa...
Whoaaaa....


So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga
Get ready to jump and fly.


Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high
Let's signal our plane, we're about to fly high.


We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!
We're flying high and having fun.


Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute
Get ready to jump and fly again.


Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
Let's have fun and keep flying high like Bo! Bo!




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GREG GREEN, SEON THOMAS, CAMERON GILES, JOSEPH JONES, LARON JAMES

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springbok86

gangsta gangsta be all about it!

j p

Man i was looking for this for like 2 days

Joshua Keddy

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E A

Yea dipset in their prime 🦅

Nikk Earlzz

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NextGenCouncil

Jimmy bodied the track

Twizy E.F.F.

omg i was lookin 4 ths 4 yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeears thank god 4 w o found ths god bless u i love u

Daniel J Brady

I still only speak farci in nyc wtf

Maxim Alexis

whats that sweater cam has on????????

2Twelvez

Maxim Alexis it’s a sweater from a store in Harlem. I think the name is La Scala

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