Get Em Girls Lyrics - Cam'ron

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 Buddist or Budah, 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 dolly 

I'll leave you wholly, holy, you'll say, "Holy Molly" 

Here come the coroner get 'em, play Rolly Poley 

I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat 

When it's reaping 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 

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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, dumby nigga 

Killa keeps twenty blinkers 

(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) 

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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 and effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon 

Since the movie "Ca coon", had my Uzi, platooned 

(I'm getting money nigga) 

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) 

My team is the Goonies we where seen with buffonies 

Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, 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 whodie 

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 

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)