cookies-n-apple juice lyrics – cam’ron

(feat. byrd lady, skitzo)

[verse 1: cam’ron]
i won’t kiss her, maybe hug her but i don’t even like her
i might get it, hit it, split it but yo i’ll never wife her
i’m rowdy roddy piper, (yes) but when she can’t decipher (what?)
love for f*cking no fussing, buzzing, she out my sypher(ahh)
come thru in a viper (viper)
god d*mn i might white nike her (yeah)
yeah she straight, but get it straight, underestimate i might just dyk* her (dyk* her)
you fight and fuss wanna bite her, (d*mn)
lock your girl down just like rikers
i ain’t gotta do that once i hit your sh*t the d*mn b*tch a lifer (forever)
this dude wanna write her (write her?), e-mail, text and type her
he a runner, i’m a gunner, baby girl, a sniper (sniper)
roll the blunts up, ma i’ma get the lighter
i’ll have you squirtin’ for certain, yeah bring a diaper
milk, lemonade, i’m a f*cking renegade
handguns, hand grenades meet me at the center stage (stage, stage)
baby boy go hire a squadron
my crib got more poles than the fire department (ahh)

[chorus: skitzo]
cookies with some apple juice
cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, (lady) cookies with some apple juice (lady)
i ain’t mad at you, cookies with some apple juice

[verse 2: byrd lady]
first lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the byrd lady
holdin’ up you know it gets crazy
no i’m not yo’ girl but i could be your baby
yes baby, i’m s*xy, why you itty bitty girls wanna test me?
cuz i’m fly high floatin’ with a jet ski
that’s why your man wanna s*x me
yep, he said i’m cute, try to throw me in the loop
hit me when he hungry, lick my cookies, drink my apple juice
apple coupe, zoom-zoom, horse and porsche, vroom-vroom
zoom-zoom and not poom-poom, smash real fast got up out his room
cl*ssy, yet i get nasty, nasty but never trashy
bright light, yes b*tch i’m flashy, no you will never p*ss me
ask me? ask who, ask you
i’m sick, something like a flu flu
you stink, something like a zoo zoo
lay low, you know what to do boo
cuz you don’t want no problems, please trust girl
i will solve them
fo’ fives cats, i revolve ’em, now it’s h*ll up in harlem
this for midwest, down south, dirty dirty
b*tches catch up, tie your shoes now hurry hurry

[repeat chorus]

[verse 3: cam’ron]
i said, cookies and some apple juice
cherry jeeps, apple coupes
no h*ssle, hit ’em with a gavel, ask ’em my whole staff will shoot (shoot, shoot sh-sh-shoot)
what could the b*st*rd do? (nothing)
they run, we run this town, we’ll run you down, they’ll laugh at you
d*mn no, look at mommy shaking her derriere (d*mn)
f*ck christmas, you could have a merry year
where you wanna go, everywhere?
what you wanna do? let me hear
i’m talkin’ vegas, i don’t do them teddy bears (nope, nope, nope)
but i do do the fish nets…
pre-*j*c*l*t**n to get my d*ck wet (no h*m*..)
but i’m tryna get your lips wet
doggy-style, facial, huh.. welcome to dipset

[chorus to fade]

/ cam ron lyrics