Cam’Ron – Diss Jay-Z

Ma, I been hugging the block
That’s right! hustlin rocks
I know, I been pufffin alot
But a nigga wanna know
Babygirl, are you gonna touch it or not?

[Cam'Ron]
Huh? My dick hard as a motherfucker
You don’t what?! tell that shit to another sucker
I ain’t no sucker mama, come on fuck the drama
And kiss it down, lil pucker-rama
I’m so active, you being so drastic
Got something for ya face, fuck pro-activ
I’m a pro at this
Round the globe, atlas
But I need to know ma, are you gonna touch it or not?
Babygirl, I’m in love with the twat
Missionary, back shots, pop it off, rock it off
I tell you right now if my cock is soft
But I want head before and after, top it off
On ya knees, show you how to top a boss
Lick, suck, deep throat, stop, cough, hop on, hop off, lollipop off
I know it’s white, but here come the hot sauce

[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Lookin light skinned, mami was tight slim
Fat ass, big tits, I noticed her nice chin
I approached her, slight grin, white Timbs number you can type in
Said she don’t like men
I just laughed
Ma, if we link, we link
You don’t like men? me neither, what a coincidink (what a coincidence)
Ms. Jiggy, Ms. Piggy, Pinky mink, pinky ring blingin’
Ma, are you gonna suck it or not?
I ain’t the type to diss you, kinda like to hit you
That’s the situation, bring wifey with you
Would you like a tissue? (Why?) You gon’ need it
for the cum up in your nose babygirl cause you suckin my cock
Ain’t a question now, it’s a guarantee
They say I think I’m the shit, well apparently
But you won’t hear words like “Marry me”
Only thing you gonna hear is, touch it or not

[Chorus]

Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

[Verse 1]
Them niggaz pumpin dimes, trunk pumpin mine
I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines
Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out
Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house
Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line
Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine
Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine
Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline
Don’t ever complain, over no dumb dame
See you big money, I’ll turn ‘em to chump change
Let my muscles show, cause I’m like Russell Crowe
Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe
That was her boo, yes sir true
But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue
His ex wife, a new sex life
But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes

[Hook]
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes
I see your head lights, they lookin dead nice
They got me sayin
D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn