![]() Chief among them is “Hey Ma,” the album’s hit single. In two lines, he condenses his life in the early ’90s: “’Cause I ain’t have no fresh clothes/Or jewelry with the X O’s, my house had asbestos.”Įver the businessman, Cam knew he needed songs that appealed to women. “Live My Life (Leave Me Alone)” and “Come Home With Me” follow along the same lines, but the latter features some of Cam’s most concise and evocative writing. It’s the kind of song that would resonate with The Wire’s Avon Barksdale, the player sending his soldiers to sell on and protect his corners. On “Losing Weight 2,” Cam recalls beefing with rival crews dealing in the same neighborhood. Many of the songs are memoirs of the Harlem depicted in the collage on the album cover. That reflection defines much of Come Home With Me. Though jaded by the rap industry and scarred by all that he witnessed growing up, Cam pushed ahead, his flow slower, calmer, and better suited for reflection. Come Home With Me also signals the moment Cam perfects his invincible head honcho persona, the man calling plays for his partners and grinning a sardonic “Hi hater” to anyone who didn’t show respect. Throughout the album, Cam’s combination of swagger, wry wit, and inexhaustible wordplay made his lavish material flexes sound fresher than those of his peers while making the harrowing realities of the Harlem drug trade seem both more surreal and even colder. “Oh Boy” presaged the tone and greatest strengths of Come Home With Me. Listen to Cam’ron’s Come Home With Me on Apple Music or Spotify. Cam set up an office in a storage closet, regularly conferenced with label staff, and began recording songs for Come Home with Me with the Diplomats, his crew of Harlem compatriots that included Juelz Santana and Jim Jones. ![]() After an acrimonious exit from Epic, he signed with the ascendant Roc-A-Fella Records, the label co-founded by Jay-Z and Cam’s childhood friend, Dame Dash. He had to score with his third album, Come Home With Me. only went Gold, virtually middle age in rap years. Cam’s grimy sophomore effort, 2000’s S.D.E., detailed his deflated hoop dreams and transition from hustling to rapping while displaying substantial artistic growth, but Epic Records dropped the ball when promoting the record.Ĭam’ron was in his mid-20s when S.D.E. His 1998 debut album, Confessions of Fire, yielded a moderately successful single (“Horse & Carriage”) but didn’t make him a commercial or critical diaper dandy. championship game at Madison Square Garden, which grazed the rim and altered his career trajectory. The first was Cam’ron’s missed game-winning three-pointer during the P.S.A.L. In the years leading up to 2002’s Come Home With Me, the man who would usher in a new era of New York rap had seen one too many shots fall short. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Cam’ron couldn’t miss. Get the embed code CAM'RON - Come Home With Me Album Lyrics1.Boy Boy2.Boy Boy - Album Version (Edited)3.Come Home With or Alive6.Hey Ma7.I Just Wanna8.I'm My Life (Leave Me Alone)11.Losing Weight Part 212.On Fire Tonight13.Stop Calling14.The Roc (Just Fire)15.Tomorrow16.Tomorrow - Album Version (Edited)17.Welcome to New York Cit圜AM'RON Lyrics provided by ![]() When he's lonesome and feelin' love-starvedĭaydreaming and I'm thinkin' of you Look at my mind, floating away Since were young, you thug me I thugged you I just wanted eight carrots on your finger ma Now we gon see my son take his first wordsĪnd um, absurd, I aint wanna be no singer ma You was there when I flipped my first verse You wanted me to go to school and just play ball Standin' there beautiful like what I'm gon do with you That house cost millions, twelve and a halfīut I still got them condoms, twelve in the stash You said Cam, what the fuck dog, we twelve and a half You helped me work when we was twelve and a half When he's lonesome and feeling love-starved, I'll be there to feed him I wanna be what he wants, when he wants it Share all of your love, till death do you part He's the kind of guy that will give it everything and trust your heart He's the kind of guy that would say hey baby, let's get away Where Italy, what Sicily, tell me girl, Disneyworld We could go where you want, we could do what you like tonight We can get the drop top or come through on the bike Hey baby, let's get away, let's go somewhere, ah You paid attention when no one acknowledge me You beat her ass, you ain't have to bite that girlĪnd my whip she ain't never got to test drive You jumped, right out the car, to fight that girl I argue with Keisha, I ain't like that girl ![]() I stole ten dollars out of the collection plate What I do, turn around, ask you to cook me crackīoost my work with a jerk and tell the truth it hurtsĬause you even ask me to come through to church ![]()
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