CAM'RON LYRICS - Where I Know You From

"Where I Know You From"



[Verse 1]

Since they cut my umbilical [pause]

I knew it would be inevitable, That my case should go federal

Its part of my journey, see it might concern me

But who cam best friend, My attorney!



Can you hold something, Can I throw you some

Now I know you dumb, Where I know you from

I aint got it right now, but I owe you one

In your head, one shot from a loaded gun



Don't get extorted, I get escorted

To the resort, where the girls say lets snort it

I can import it, export it sports car

Lets port it, fresh auto, I report I just bought it



I scream lets get it, they aint pimp my ride

My cars an exhibit, huh? next critic

I don't talk it I just live it, just prove it

Tell the feds Calm down, its just music



[Chorus]

Man you cold fronting, beat you like you stole something

Who you talking to, I asked you can you hold something

Where I know you from huh? Where I know you from

Where I know you from scrams? Where I know you from



[Verse 2]

You got a order shorty, you should learn ring

Your baby moms know, we call her sperm bank

Crazy hoe, word baby bro,

mad generous giving out falchios



A meat eater, Ms. Domma Domma

Honor my persona, its like a Parana's momma

We move bricks on the highway

So theres bricks in my drive way



K9 come, then the 9 spray

My girls toe ring, that's 55K

Crack in 4B, Coc in 5A

Dope in 8F, the hoe's in 9J



What can I say, You know how I play

We hustle all night, until the skies gray

Why you think the whole hood carotid

He tony the tiger, yeah he like it sugar coated



[Chorus 2x]



[Verse 3]

They got the cameras up; they want to tape a solider

Cuz I got that tan, you can call it beige & mocha

Talking in code, is sort of like playing poker

Bring the pepsi in the oven, that's the baking soda



What up tiny bum, we were all the sorta

Feds gave em 25, damn a quarter mortar

But we from the same hood where they slaughtered porter

You a passer, me I got a scorers aura



Owe me money, your wife, son, daughters oughta

Leave the country, I'm thinking like bora, bora

Run around with these silly secrets

Trying to keep it real, me I'm gon really keep it



You should really peep it, mack milly skeeted

In your face, any case, I'm gon really beat it

We aint never gamble, we ain't never bet

Where I know you from scrams, we aint never met



[Chorus 2x]