Soul Plane

[Intro: Cam'Ron] ....I could tell you how a female fake a nut for a relationship Or how a nigga fake a relationship for a nut How a smart nigga can play stupid but a stupid nigga can't play smart But I'd rather just tell you about me and the things I do...You ready baby? [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Got the fiends dancin, like Soul Train Stamp on the dope, Soul Plane They losin hair, get em Rogaine Sell Kung-Fu, nothin like Coltrane To keep you informed, won't catch em in a uniform Before that, you'll see a unicorn I blew the horn Two girls hopped in Oh-ten nine-eleven, homie I'm boxed in Don't start a mess, Ima architect Ya bum ass shirt stink, it need Carpet Fresh White tee, Louis jeans, my Audemar the best Two chains, hat, please don't disregard the specs They from Switzerland, boy-boy I gits it in Money all around the world where you niggas friends? Actually, factually, a car you livin in I'm three times coke baby, I need the dividends [Bridge] [Verse 2: Vado] As I'm sittin on this mailbox Waitin for my bitch to leave the nail shop Auntie lookin at me like I sell rock Point-blank range, call it shell-shock I, started off makin ounce moves Was invited to a dinner with The Council Two-piece, black rose on my brown suit In two weeks, I was eatin with my mouth full In the streets like the seventies Long Cadillacs, bumpin Frankie Beverly Mama known to work and go to church faithfully I ain't gotta ask, every day she pray for me She knew soon I'd be seven up By the window like X with my weapon up Fuck ya intro I'm the next best gunner up Stand in first place with my medal yous a runner-up [Bridge] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Niggas runnin around, wit street dreams Til I put em to sleep - Sweet dreams! I played dirty, so I keep clean The back of Deleanor is where I meet fiends Got the whole plate, you don't have three beans Did Eighth with a eighth in Lee jeans Tonight, got the chauffeur Showin off the loafers You cowards: turkeys, the bullets: Stouffer's [Verse 4: Vado] Dom P, Cliq, and Rose Fruit bowls, few hoes, on the Dolce OG's round the table but I won't say Let's make a toast to everyone on the coke chase Coupe rose, two-tone, parked with no plates You too close, you gotta ask, can you approach may? I told em sports wasn't my forte How can I be like you, and get all this dope cake? [Outro: Vado] Let me know, you feel me right? Live niggas know the game its sad but they ain't got the change to play it You talk a good one, but are you good son? Keep it real wit ya self Before you end up dealin wit ya health, man You know me, Vado!