Cam'ron:
Hey yo, you might see Cam in designer
underwear
in a reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere
how we pull up in whips, the minors stop and stare
and when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere
I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial
I mean what the hell is it, why you stressin' me child
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress in the trash
You not my wife, so if after the sex I be fowl
you better be down, the only question better be 'how'
Threaten me now, let me style, no girl datin' me now
In the ST with Un, are you sexy n' thongs
If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb
I'll get you that shit that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice
(Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds!) bitch shut the fuck up
Chorus: (Mase)
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire
Cam'ron:
Yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a
sumo
That when I hit 'em with a little Puerto Rican judo
Oh, you don't know what that is
That's when I say "they don't know who gat this is"
(And you don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs
(And you don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And you don't know) You better toughin' up
(Cause you don't know) Nigga will fuck you up
(And you don't know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too
Cause when he got cash I was like "me too"
and when he got ass, I said "me too"
And when he got the job I was like "me too"
And when he almost got shot I said "me too"
What you get now is just a preview
We all turn it out, your car's see-through, I see you
Chorus
Cam'ron:
Yo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast
Said the vally mother fucker "don't hit my cab"
Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass
Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, almost drop this glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass
It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight
"Does that say Harlem World?" yeah you readin' it right
And we havin' a party leeter tonight
Like Phil Collins have in "The Heat Of The Night"
Cause Cam'ron rocks the party (All Night Long)
'Til when? ('Til the early morn')
It don't stop (and uh) it don't quit
(and uh) drop ticks (and uh) we pop Cris
Right now too tipsied to drive
but I got my horse and carriage right outside
Chorus
Mase:
Mamacita
Horse and carriage is for hire
Mamacita, fly senorita
We gonna rise to the top
Michael Foster, Puffy Combs
Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and blood shed forever
We gonna rise
And we gonna rise
And we gonna rise to the top