Woo Hoo - Cam'Ron

Just understand this, yo doggie I’m being candid

Don’t take this money for granted

I can’t explain this baby

It’s like me trying to explain why is water wet

Or why is the sun hot

Or why birds fly, and people don’t, oh I do though

First I step up like (Woo Hoo)

They like good god almight, she be killing em' (Woo Hoo)

Ass so fat make a nigga say (Woo Hoo)

How you get all that, with the same from the back, let em hit it from the back

Now he tasting my (Woo Hoo)

Lick it all up, don’t be wasting my (Woo Hoo)

Get up in that gut, put your face in my (Woo Hoo)

You a big boy right, nah you putting up a fight, nigga why you so up tight

I’m on the block like (Woo Hoo)

But you see the stones and the chains you like (Woo Hoo)

Dust them bitches off up out my way like (Woo Hoo)

Yeah like have a nice day, let me grab you through the way

Stay the fuck up out my face

Watch me tell em like (Woo Hoo)

Hoping I don’t crash, pray to god like (Woo Hoo)

Slow it down a little, take the key off that (Woo Hoo)

That be the coupe, check the bitch who did me dupe, see this leg is too cute

This that wildin shits

Yall ain’t know nothing about this

This nigga I rock with overseas

International byrd lady

His & her cedes

Call me the fur baby

I’m straight stunting on yall bitches man

You see me shining though

They yell (Woo Hoo)

Become to every bigga bubble got em like (Woo Hoo)

Every other flip I double, come through like (Woo Hoo)

When she see the kid with muscles, but she singing… like the whole clique in

trouble

But I’m like (Woo Hoo)

Every day a different hustle, feens like (Woo Hoo)

Every time the sniff a bundle, so I’m yelling (Woo Hoo)

Tell your friends to get a couple, I’m the one from trip em love em,

show you how to get a hustle

So I yell (Woo Hoo)

Get your whole clique in huddle, you’ll be singing (Woo Hoo)

You put it in a bigger duffle, quick to say (Woo Hoo)

We ain’t with the cigre bottles, get it in the hump, put it in the shottles

Run it through jones, don’t stutter or stumble

Come through like a 1, 2 rumble

They be loving how I be stunting like a thug do

I don’t cuff you, I slut you, my thought boo

What the fuck with the brothers who don’t fuck boo

If you want to, gotta