Soap Opera

By Cam’ron

On Purple Haze

Released on December 7, 2004

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[Intro]

If only you could let me in

I know that love, it would begin

If only I could rap to you

I know this love would capture you, yes, and

Killa

Uh, this the ghetto soap opera right here, man

You from Harlem, you already know

You on that hustler's mission, you tryna get that paper

Wifey like it one minute, next minute, she don't, man

You know they at home watchin' Lifetime, on the internet

But you got to do you

I got it, come on (Let me tell you)


[Verse 1]

Uh, yo, my mami Toy (Toy), was my pride and joy (Joy)

She would drive the toys (Toys), plus ride the boy (Boy)

To supply the boys, I got it live from Croix

Yes, a nine in boy, wore a five in boys (Five)

Over the chick shit, I shoot five with Roy (Five)

Now I load the four-five, shoot five at Roy (Now I gotta strap up)

Ain't like my job or guys I employ

Lifestyle, I enjoy, but I'm the livest doy (Doy)

A hustler and Cam famous (Famous), you damn anus

I don't know, but I can't change it

Can't paint it (Nope), pop it, champagne it

Stop it, car, drop it, it look dull, damn, paint it (Candy)

She would throw a pout (Pout), how I'm showin' out (Out)

How I'm outgoing, but don't be goin' out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Ways to move, know the route, baby girl, close your mouth (Shh)

'Cause I feed you well (Well), every sneaker, hell (Every)

You eat Louis, shit Gucci, breathe Chanel (Breathe)

Karl Lagerfeld, actin' like Gargamel

For the car, cop the cell, and the bar, stop it, hell (Stop it)

"Wrong with you?" She said, "What's wrong with you?"

Always got a song to do, can't get along, it's true (I'm gettin' money, baby)

So I skipped marriage, bought her six karats

Rather die that nigga than to live average, Killa (Killa)


[Interlude]

If only you could let me in

I know that love, it would begin

If only I could rap to you

I know this love would capture you, yes, and

Don't you wanna ride?

Don't you wanna ride? (Don't you wanna ride?)

Don't you wanna ride? (I'll win you over, part two, uh)

Don't you wanna ride? (Ghetto soap opera, let's do it)


[Verse 2]

Yo, yo, uh

Lookin' back on school, arts and crafts

Fucked half the staff, beat up half the class

I was like Dr. Dre, though, I have to laugh (I gotta laugh)

Nigga with an attitude, meet me after math (Math)

Had a half and half (Half)

Not a drink, two chicks that flip acid fast, the half a tab

You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh (Huh)

You after me? Huh, I'm after cash (Cash)

I'm on I-80, though, with my baby (Baby)

Whole ride hazy, tell her don't drive crazy (Crazy)

I got plans for you, look in the sky, baby (Look up)

Fuck Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith, you the pie lady (That's you)

Fly lady, G2, fly, baby, G-U-Y, baby

Please, boo, what's your size, crazy? (Please)

Don Juanin' when I'm in a foreign

Almond drop-top, my charm is alarmin' (Alarmin')

I was alertin' her just to reinsert in her

That I would leave Earth with her, huh, I can't interpret her (Can't understand you, what are you doin'?)

She got mad, I leaned over, I'm nursin' her

Said when I do dirt with her the only time I flirt with her

Not to be VI, but this is BI

BI, me and GI be watched by the PIs (PIs)

See why we can't finish together?

I'd rather do business than pleasure and that's real (Killa)


[Outro]

If only you could let me in

I know that love, it would begin

If only I could rap to you

I know this love would capture you, yes, and

Don't you wanna ride?

Don't you wanna ride? (Don't you wanna ride?)

Don't you—