Cam'ron - Dinner Time (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Cam'ron - Dinner Time (en) Lyrics
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I need somebody to talk to
me tonight (Yes I will)
You remember how well you use
to sing it? (Yes, sir)
Y'all know I can't sing that song
Young man looked at him and said
"Why you can't sing it?" (Why?)
You know what he told him?
"Since you saw me last, something
happened to me"
Time to get the facts across
Ohh, somebody pissed the pastor off
I'm all for the jokes, bundle
up, get your coat
But I only go for the throat, I'm
a chimney, I want the smoke
You done opened up a door,
I'm petty, ready for war
I ain't got a sister, only
sister I fucked was yours
I know the bars off The
Program touched you
How you mad at me, though, you let
Mr. Royce touch you (facts)
Do what you must do
Me, I'm getting my just due
But who you talking tough to?
Blinky just snuffed you
Puff fucked you, we've seen
in those binoculars
Passed you to 50, he was
finger popping ya
Then he took it back like a
fly bitch that was popular
You're 42 still saying "Ain't
no stopping ya"
You know my deals—liquor,
movie, and flashy kicks
How you talking deals? Your
last deal was '96
Your flight book it, talking
about I'm crooked
Man, I don't steal; if I took
something I took it
Pastor Mason, no fabrication,
we're winnin'
See all these people you spinning,
I'll take it to the beginning
When Corey Wright japped you,
Baby Maine yapped you
Roc open-hand slapped you, you
still gave him dap, too
That's when I asked you, "Murda,
what's the verdict?"
You said, "Nah, chill, Cam,
I feel like I deserved it"
What kind of shit is that?
Nigga, you a queer
My crib in Orlando, I
had that for years
The Program gave you the biz
You know exactly what this is
I got homes where you hide,
I hustle where you live
Max B from my building, nigga,
who you getting wavy off of?
Fugazi baby, going off that
water not Avianne
Listening to Suga J, look,
he gon' play you wrong
Carmelo took Lala, Meek
Mill took his baby mom
And let the church talk, hallelujah
No, it ain't a game, I still
roll with the stainless
And you know my slogan, nigga,
I'll make you famous
I'll use my brain so I will
leave you brainless
So where you wanna meet at, nigga?
(YOU NAME IT!)
So you gon' tell me when you was staying with
Puff, and I came over there and used the
bathroom, it wasn’t a dildo on the sink?
I asked you, "What the fuck
is going on, man?"
FACTS!
Remember when you dissed trap? You
said it was the devil's work
Look at this nigga, yo—see
how the devil work?
Wolves on your ass though, I
told them all to pardon ya
Why you talking Harlem? You
from Jacksonville, Florida
I used to give you all my clothes,
don't forget you was bummy
I fed you when you was hungry,
crash test, dummy
But the shit he said next,
I swear it ain't funny
Said "Cam, become a deacon, them
deacons be getting money"
That's blasphemous, word
to Jesus and Lazarus
You got bad karma, stay
away, he hazardous
Collection plate money in
his pocket, he a klepto-
And to get a dollar dollar
you were suckin' Creflo
2 albums, 20 years, come
on, this is dead, bro
Only time they mention this
nigga when it's retro
Money gone, jewelry fake,
you could hear an echo
I'm what you could have been,
you was too petro
I took your broad, they
all know you a fraud
And the only show you got,
the Lady of Soul Awards
He might be nominated, I'm
your little mama favorite
Any hood I go to, I'm accommodated
What you mean I'm selling liquor
now? You a jizzerk
Forgot 10 years ago I gagged
out on Sizzurp
Oh Boy cologne, I was giving
niggas that wizzork
I ain't even spend that Killa Season
money, man, you hit dirt
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