| Song | Dip-Set Forever - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Cam'ron |
| Album | Purple Haze |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dozier, Forman, Giles, Holland ... | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Listen, I been coppin' them pieces | |
| Maybe that's part of the reason | |
| I feel like a boxer, bobbin' and weavin' | |
| But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin and weavin' | |
| I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' | |
| I'ma wild out till | |
| I part with my breathin' | |
| Till I'm sparked out and leakin' part of the cement | |
| I need something pure, like from the | |
| Garden of | |
| EdenWouldn't mind making her part of my achievements' | |
| Cause when music discourage my pride | |
| Zeke, the only one with courage to ride | |
| The ride's so dirty inside seems like we were playin' in mud | |
| Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub, who ill? | |
| A check for two mill | |
| And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills | |
| I got stories that my soul can sing | |
| Flip water like | |
| Poland Spring and | |
| I'ma hold them things | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot | |
| Latest caper, propellers on top of the drop | |
| But fuck it, who ever thought | |
| I would rock at the | |
| Roc?Top a top on top of the top but yo, nothing definite | |
| I chop up the rocks and | |
| I stop up the drop, | |
| Blocka Blocka the block | |
| Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot | |
| What you wanted is not what you got | |
| And I pop up them cops 'cause dogg, it ain't about | |
| CamI got a son homeboy, it's about | |
| CamIt's about being 'bout | |
| ItIf you're not, you're ass backwards | |
| My mathematics 'cause cash matters | |
| Little niggaz need to sit up and read | |
| If the town's too hot, get up and leave | |
| Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve | |
| Nigga like me, | |
| I always got | |
| A brick up my sleeve and that's forever | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust, | |
| I used to hop the bus | |
| Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us | |
| Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush | |
| Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us | |
| To how they piss and bitch, how they ran a mile | |
| Fuck Killa | |
| Cam, they in love with | |
| Cameron Giles | |
| Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, | |
| I demand it | |
| Got dammit the boy done, done it child and that's forever man | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Columbus, | |
| HollaChicago, you have your own | |
| Kanye West on the track | |
| Harlem, you know who the fuck | |
| I am, Killa | |
| We just want you to know | |
| Diplomats is here | |
| We ain't going nowhere | |
| Holla at the boy, boy, let's ride out, man |
| zuo ci : Dozier, Forman, Giles, Holland ... | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Listen, I been coppin' them pieces | |
| Maybe that' s part of the reason | |
| I feel like a boxer, bobbin' and weavin' | |
| But I' m gettin' head, she' s bobbin and weavin' | |
| I' m grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' | |
| I' ma wild out till | |
| I part with my breathin' | |
| Till I' m sparked out and leakin' part of the cement | |
| I need something pure, like from the | |
| Garden of | |
| EdenWouldn' t mind making her part of my achievements' | |
| Cause when music discourage my pride | |
| Zeke, the only one with courage to ride | |
| The ride' s so dirty inside seems like we were playin' in mud | |
| Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub, who ill? | |
| A check for two mill | |
| And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills | |
| I got stories that my soul can sing | |
| Flip water like | |
| Poland Spring and | |
| I' ma hold them things | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot | |
| Latest caper, propellers on top of the drop | |
| But fuck it, who ever thought | |
| I would rock at the | |
| Roc? Top a top on top of the top but yo, nothing definite | |
| I chop up the rocks and | |
| I stop up the drop, | |
| Blocka Blocka the block | |
| Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot | |
| What you wanted is not what you got | |
| And I pop up them cops ' cause dogg, it ain' t about | |
| CamI got a son homeboy, it' s about | |
| CamIt' s about being ' bout | |
| ItIf you' re not, you' re ass backwards | |
| My mathematics ' cause cash matters | |
| Little niggaz need to sit up and read | |
| If the town' s too hot, get up and leave | |
| Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve | |
| Nigga like me, | |
| I always got | |
| A brick up my sleeve and that' s forever | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust, | |
| I used to hop the bus | |
| Now look dogg, ain' t nobody hot as us | |
| Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush | |
| Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us | |
| To how they piss and bitch, how they ran a mile | |
| Fuck Killa | |
| Cam, they in love with | |
| Cameron Giles | |
| Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, | |
| I demand it | |
| Got dammit the boy done, done it child and that' s forever man | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Columbus, | |
| HollaChicago, you have your own | |
| Kanye West on the track | |
| Harlem, you know who the fuck | |
| I am, Killa | |
| We just want you to know | |
| Diplomats is here | |
| We ain' t going nowhere | |
| Holla at the boy, boy, let' s ride out, man |
| zuò cí : Dozier, Forman, Giles, Holland ... | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Listen, I been coppin' them pieces | |
| Maybe that' s part of the reason | |
| I feel like a boxer, bobbin' and weavin' | |
| But I' m gettin' head, she' s bobbin and weavin' | |
| I' m grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' | |
| I' ma wild out till | |
| I part with my breathin' | |
| Till I' m sparked out and leakin' part of the cement | |
| I need something pure, like from the | |
| Garden of | |
| EdenWouldn' t mind making her part of my achievements' | |
| Cause when music discourage my pride | |
| Zeke, the only one with courage to ride | |
| The ride' s so dirty inside seems like we were playin' in mud | |
| Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub, who ill? | |
| A check for two mill | |
| And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills | |
| I got stories that my soul can sing | |
| Flip water like | |
| Poland Spring and | |
| I' ma hold them things | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot | |
| Latest caper, propellers on top of the drop | |
| But fuck it, who ever thought | |
| I would rock at the | |
| Roc? Top a top on top of the top but yo, nothing definite | |
| I chop up the rocks and | |
| I stop up the drop, | |
| Blocka Blocka the block | |
| Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot | |
| What you wanted is not what you got | |
| And I pop up them cops ' cause dogg, it ain' t about | |
| CamI got a son homeboy, it' s about | |
| CamIt' s about being ' bout | |
| ItIf you' re not, you' re ass backwards | |
| My mathematics ' cause cash matters | |
| Little niggaz need to sit up and read | |
| If the town' s too hot, get up and leave | |
| Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve | |
| Nigga like me, | |
| I always got | |
| A brick up my sleeve and that' s forever | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust, | |
| I used to hop the bus | |
| Now look dogg, ain' t nobody hot as us | |
| Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush | |
| Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us | |
| To how they piss and bitch, how they ran a mile | |
| Fuck Killa | |
| Cam, they in love with | |
| Cameron Giles | |
| Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, | |
| I demand it | |
| Got dammit the boy done, done it child and that' s forever man | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| ForeverForever, yeah yeah | |
| Columbus, | |
| HollaChicago, you have your own | |
| Kanye West on the track | |
| Harlem, you know who the fuck | |
| I am, Killa | |
| We just want you to know | |
| Diplomats is here | |
| We ain' t going nowhere | |
| Holla at the boy, boy, let' s ride out, man |