We Got It Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'ron

Uh, check it, check it 

Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me an Lanson 

In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin 

If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson 

All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson 

Now I aint dissin chicks 

But I ain't trickin shit 

That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips 

That's right exotic and we live it 

But jus cause I got it 

Don't mean you can get it 

Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful 

Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable 

Don't care about your toes or your cuticles 

First we lie then work them thighs 

It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride 

But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies 

And tell your man chill 

He don't deserve to die 

Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised 

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(Chorus) 

(Mase) 

Oh every beat we make, we make hot 

And every watch we got, got rocks 

And every car we got, we got dropped 

And every glock we got, we keep cocked 

To all the charts you on, we on top 

And every house you own, we jus copped 

And all the bank you got, we got stock 

And every chick you wit, we jus hit 

Photos 

Check it out 

Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places 

Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces 

Old school money, uh huh, we got access 

What you get a year, we spend that on taxes 

We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes 

End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash 

Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash 

Nigga like me been a vet since the past 

Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet 

Video time, no props on the set 

If you see a car that's my drop on the set 

If you see jewels thats the rocks on my neck 

And if a club scene really pop to be wet 

We jus bought a chopper, you coppin Bigets 

If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet 

You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet 

(Chorus) 

Hey pretty mama come wit me 

If you think your a nasty girl 

Your man had you livin in a fantasy 

But it's really Cam'Ron's world 

Meet me at the door about a quarter to four 

And bring four more girls (bring em all) 

My mans outside in the parking lot 

With the six chromed out in pearl 

And yo, you know my style when we creepin too 

Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you 

Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus 

God damn yo, I just missed the exit 

Im kinda tipsy, I dont want to wreck shit 

And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit 

Just wanna know if we can get breakfast 

Then go to the telly for some sex shit 

(Chorus 2X)