More Reason
Cam'ron Lyrics

Oh this is my *beep*
The reason that we here. (Shut the *beep* up.)
The reason that we here. (*beep* you can't sing.)
You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?
We been ridin in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
(I'm gonna tell you a story)

Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie I was obsessed with Cookie, I want to sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies

I gave Cookie nookies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
F*** Lee's and shell toes, Dekangaroos and Velcro

Timbaland, moca**ins, dimes in them pennyloafers
A-Train, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golfin' like golf, he had plenty gophers

Can't get paid, the earth is big
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for douchos, went over the riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside

Blood played for stone gem
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't ballin for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?

That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game
And not namin' names

But 'caine fames like Damon Wayans
Connect for life is, the Tech kept us righteous
'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my mustle marger

Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple cars
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, across the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker

[Chorus:]
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe
Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe

Killa!
That n**** man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigious
You have various leases

All my pieces, painted them, cherry and peaches
Chics, Cherry and Peaches
They had cherry deheaters
If I want a toast, hustled up various reefer

Ithica, Ithica, hydro, why yo?
Haze on delivery, lives hoes, five fo
But kept the fo-five, for wise guys with eyes low
Pick me up from fo-five, CL-55, whoa!

Playin' Grand Theft Auto, they like Diablo
My crews' the triad, Zeke, Santana, Cop Co'!
But they some slimmy sue
Can rock a Jimmy Choo shoe

Next day Valore sweatsuit, construction timmy boots
Don't be no guinea boo, you rock that Fendi you
You drinkin' Henney too
Coupe Calez, when he boo

And he skinny too, they had my favorite rum
Not a six-fo-five-fo, but made in jump
Shout, say say the funk, he keep the K in pump
He ain't never scared, never scared, raise the trunk

We'll just lay and dump, play the punk, spray the chump
The way they runnin I guess they could relate to them

[Chorus]

Get the whips the kicks, and clothes
So we can get with the models
And hit the strip with the Dip, we're 'Set to blow
Now you know
All of the reasons why we chase the doe

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Written by: PHILIP BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES BAILEY, CAM'RON GILES, CHAD WES HAMILTON, JAHEIM HOAGLAND, RYAN PRESSON, CHARLES STEPNEY, MAURICE WHITE

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