Cam'ron — What Means the World to You Remix

[Intro: Ludacris] What means the world to me? Snappin' bras, ménage à trois What means the world to me? Smokin' hash, slappin' ass What means the world to me? Breakin' laws, racin' cars What means the world to me? Makin' bail, ATL [Verse 1: Cam'ron] What mean the world to me? When I bang hoes, sky blue Range Roves Stop comin' to my crib with your period Serious, bitch, and you act like I ain't know I like my dishes deep, I like when I twist a freak I like when her man find out, wanna call Cam house Laugh when he went for me, I tell him Women are trife, yeah, I been in your wife But do me a favor, dog Don't call here again in your life, I'm killer Atlanta, I bubbled, in Memphis, I hustled In Kansas, I juggle, New York, all my muscle, we tussle Listen, you would too, if you knew What this game would do to you Been in this shit two years, boo Look at all the bullshit I been through So-called beef with you-know-who (Who?) But I got MACs, gats, nine-nines times nine, blaow, blaow, ow (Ow) [Verse 2: Ludacris] Let me tell 'em what'll mean the world Ludacris and a couple of girls You find a brother runnin' up in the girls I get 'em drunk, chugga-luggin' the girls Ding-a-ling, face huggin' the girls It get late, think I'm up with the girls? Skeet, skeet, gone, it's all about that party, Bacardi Motions, rub lotion all over your body What means the world to me? A little head, preferably, so I express this verbally And I don't care, I just want somebody to braid my hair 'Cause I keeps it nappy, I'm happy, and I got my word and balls That's all I need in this world, plus a little bit of alcohol A box of Phillies and tig ol' bitties in fifty cities I set it out after shows, and the club is comin' with me I'm Black and proud, I'm Black and loud, I'm Black and high And it really mean the world to me if I live my life, stay Black, and die [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] What mean the world to me? Gettin' money, fuckin' girls for free On the corner hustlin' from twelve to three Cook coke, make twelve from three, uh Bottle up, it'll sell for three Two for five sound well to me My coke so good, have them fiends outside on line from twelve to three (Uh-huh) And everything'll stop in the winter (Yeah) When I cop in the winter Come through your block in a drop in the winter Chinchilla top in the top of the drop in the winter Gotta make it hot in the winter, uh Post on your block with the Glock and the cops And the shit'll still pop in the winter [Chorus: Cam'ron, Ludacris & Trina] What mean the world to you? Breakin' laws, racin' cars What mean the world to you? My house, my rocks, and my Bentley drop What mean the world to you? Shoppin' sprees in a Prada shop What mean the world to you? Ladies? (Oh), fellas (Ow) (Oh, ow, oh, ow, oh, ow, oh) [Verse 4: Pimp C] Uh, what mean the world to Pimp? My paper, steak and shrimp My bitches on the track For they daddy, bringin' it back Pussy is still the best thing going I got a ho like Jesse Owens I used to sell dope Ride dirty, cocaine scorin' Sellin' D wasn't for me I gotta keep the prostitutes hoeing Comin' through, sittin' low In the C-F-I-double-O Platinum with the twenty inches Instrument to get the bitches Comin' down, prancin' 'round Gettin' my dick sucked in every town Sweet Jones, fuck the clone Rippin' wood in the brougham Bitch, I got some game to sell And only money make my dick swell Hold up, bitch, Sweet Jones [Verse 5: Bun B] Man, now what mean the world to me? Well, to me, man, the world is mean 'Cause a mean world is the only world That a mean man like me just can forsee Now evergreen, I smoke, forever clean, I croak The average Bun B Texas loc The savage choked out, smoked out up in the mezzanine Now I'm just a fiend, hooked for the mic Bless the scene, look for the dyke I get her, let her know that we better Hit the hotel, do what I like What's that? Find a fresh one, take it in Strip it, flip it, break it in My pimp game is rock solid There's no way for you to bring fakin' in Now we makin' men outta boys, or makin' boys wormy 'Cause we bust bigger guns, got bigger nuts And when they go off, they make a lotta noise And I can't think of no prouder joys Than money, big cheese, and a girl or two, shit That's what the world mean to me, man Tell me what the world mean to you, huh That's what the world mean to me, man Tell me what the world mean to you, huh [Verse 6: Trina] I know y'all wonder who the female stunner in the Gigi Hunter Ridin' 'round town in a hot pink Hummer, hot like summer With the diamond bangles Like Charlie's Angels, you can't knock my hustle And I need my bread up front, playboy, 'cause I can't trust ya I'm just like a phone bill, if you don't pay me, ain't no conversation And money mean the world to me That's why this bitch here paper chasin' When it comes to the figures I'm way, way worse than them hustlin' niggas Want the keys to the coke, for the mansion The Bentley, and the keys to the boat I take that dick real, real, real deep to the throat I'm from the MIA, that's where I dwell, niggas, can't you tell? I'm bad as hell, even my pussy smell like Chanel [Chorus; Cam'ron, Ludacris, Pimp C & Trina] What means the world to me? Breakin' laws, racin' cars What mean the world to Pimp? Marble floors, platinum beds What means the world to you? Stacks of bread on my Gucci spread What means the world to you? Ladies? (Oh), fellas (Ow)