Cam'ron - Get Em Girls lyrics

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 frica**ee, pepper seed to pepper dine Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time b**hes 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 n***a, come dumb, dummy n***a k**a keeps twenty bikers (I'm getting money n***a) So you should move away, or join the dude in Play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money n***a) 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 n***a) Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle f** a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money n***a) Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money n***a) Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon Since the movie, Cocoon, had my Uzi, platooned (I'm getting money n***a) [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 n***a) 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 f** 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 f** with me, k**a [Chorus]