Chalupa Lyrics - Crime Pays - Cam'ron

Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it 

If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never seen it 

Some people say I'm conceited but dougie, I never cheated 

Oh boy, you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it 'cause look 

I'm on a Yamaha, laughing like ha, ha, ha 

Na, na, na, want to talk, shots speak ra, ra, ra 

Crib is like Mardi Gras, no beads, grow weed 

Court case, courtside, nigga in the nose bleeds 

OG, Goatee, proceed, whole Ki's 

Sorta like a janitor, stay within a parameters 

Niggas got the hammer bra, don't care about a camera 

'Cause they put that dress off, first like grandmamma 

Hope you got the stamina because niggas be on worst 

Blow reefa, no sneaker, thought this was a converse 

I told baby girl, damn that's a hard purse 

But you gotta get it in flavors girl, like starburst 

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We counting money, yo doggie, we counting money 

Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting money 

Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope 

'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love 

Winter time, I'm heated why they frigid 

Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits 

Summer time came through in our may blizzards 

Old ladies looking like damn they did it 

'Cause huh, I got to forty fifth just to get a snack box 

2 piece, apple pie, feds taking snap shots 

They know I'm known for hot rims, fast drops 

Big trucks, big jewels, whys from the have not's 

Now every pocket on my clothing dawg, have knots 

10, 20, 30, 40, 50 thousand, jack pot 

Call my block gravel, it's mad rocks 

I'm the owner of the team, fuck the mascot 

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Sucking mad cock, 650 rag top 

Damn, don't get hit with the jab that my dad got 

Y'all sasquatch, put it on your laptop 

Yo, not a door but yes sir, it's pad locked 

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting money 

Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting money 

Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope 

'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love 

Yo, we do the interstate, baby, we're the state patrol 

With 50 pounds and I ain't talking 'bout an 8 year old 

It can take a toll, hope that you make parole 

Play your role, the heat is so hot it can make you cold 

And they say I'm a son of a bitch 

Why? 'Cause I be with your son and your bitch 

You don't deserve her, your fair, we won't hurt her 

We taught her to be a squirter, your son about murder 

Your brother well, he my worker, your sister well, she my slurper 

Your mom, her ass is fat, my niggas they call her bertha 

Once a week they might server her, with dick they gon' serve her 

Now she whining like a baby, yo, maybe we'll get her gerber 

Smack her on her ass, warm milk, then we burp her 

Yeah, we left her nurtured but we'll earth her, before we chirp her 

You'll be a punching bag, fam, we'll put our beats on her 

Or the Klu Klux, yeah, white sheet on her 

Or Miami jersey, put the heat on her 

Or a door mat, I'm gone put my feet on her 

Creep on 'em, leap on 'em, yeah, I park the jeep on 'em 

Americas most wanted, with no warrant 

We counting money, yo doggie, we counting money 

Yo shit, ain't even funny but look at we counting money 

Yo, stupid up on the stoope, the game is in a stoope 

'Cause look we get chalupa, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chalupa love