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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Performer
Mase
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke & Tone for Track Masters Entertainment
Producer
Jacob York
Associate Producer
Darrell Branch
Associate Producer
Lance "Un" Rivera
Executive Producer
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Tony Black
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ayo, you might see Cam' in designer underwear
In a reclinin' leather chair, reminders everywhere
How we pull up in whips, the minors start to 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 of the trials
You're not my wife, so if I ask for sex, I be foul
You better be down, only question better be "How?"
Threaten me now? Bet me a thou', no girl deadin' me now
In the SC, we're gone, are you sexy in thongs?
If you'll sex in this Lex and your stuff be the bomb
I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on
(What you mean, "Gretzky be on?")
(Ice, hockey)
[Verse 2]
Please, mamacita (Oh, you're gonna buy me diamonds)
(Miss, uh) Horse & carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please, señorita
We're gonna rise to the top
Horse & carriage, see, my love's for hire
[Verse 3]
Yo, ayo, I love when cats think they're bigger than a sumo
That's when I hit 'em wit' a little Puerto Rican judo
Oh, you don't know what that is, that's when I say
"You don't know who gat this is?"
(And judo know) Your guns is hand-me-downs
(And judo know) We'll put you where you can't be found
(And judo know) You better toughen up
'Cause (Judo know) Homeboy, we'll rough you up
(And judo know) Baby, we don't need you
And when it come to jimmy, my name's Me Too
'Cause when he got cash, I was like "Me, too"
And when he got smashed, I was like "Me, too"
And when he got the drop, I was like "Me, too"
And when he almost got shot, I said, "Me, too"
What you get now is just a preview
[Verse 4]
Please, mamacita (We all tinted out, your car's see-through)
(I see you) Horse & carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please, señorita
We're gonna rise to the top
Horse & carriage, see, my love's for hire
[Verse 5]
Yo, yo, ayo, I pull up to the hotel with my whip on blast
Tell the valet, "Homeboy, don't hit my Jag"
Seen the bell boy, yo, he won't get my cash
Just show me my room, yo, and get my bags
So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass
I guess he was shocked when I touched her stash
It really wasn't nothing, she was P.D.A'ight
"Does that say Harlem World?" Yeah, you readin' it right
And we havin' a party, be there tonight
Like Phil Collins have her in "The Heat of the Night"
'Cause Cam' rocks the party (All night long)
Till when? (Till the early morn)
It don't stop (And uh), it don't quit (And uh)
Uh, drop six (And uh), we pop Cris' (And uh)
Right now, too tipsy to drive
[Verse 6]
Please, mamacita (But I got my horse & carriage right outside)
Horse & carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please, señorita
We're gonna rise to the top
Horse & carriage, see, my love's for hire
[Verse 7]
Horse & carriage is for hire
Mamacita, please, señorita
We're gonna rise to the top
And we're gonna rise
And we're gonna rise
And we're gonna rise
To the top
Written by: Cameron Giles, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel Barnes