Cam'Ron - Killa Cam lyrics
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[voice] Killa kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [cam'ron] [verse 1] With the goons i spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay killa kam my lord Still the man with pants Scrill fam oh boy They want neuter me They want do to me The hooligan in hoolahands Maneuvering is nothin new to me Doggy i'm from the land of crime Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or mc When i say hammertime Beef i'm hammer mine When i get my hands on nines If i had on bammerline Cordourys kam will shine Canary burgandy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like guinepeg Gemstones flinstones You could say i'm friends with fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me Bitches say i'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy [chorus] [voice] Kill kam Killa kam Killa kam Killa killa Killa kam [verse 2] I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up I do both who am i to fuck tradition up So i parked in a tow-away zone Chrome i dont care I'll call it throwaway homes Welcome to harlem Where you welcome to problems Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings Canabuy banks Stand out like puty tanks Soon as the studie sings That when the tudy sing Bang bang came from that movie rang Snap crack jewelry bling Flat jack who he bring Clack clack cooley ring Bad rap cuties claim Ascap put em in the river I'm the sushi king And i'm keep it fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir please confess Just say he's the best [chorus] How dope is this Teach you how to rope a chick What you want Coke or piff I got it all smoke or sniff And you know my drift Used to figures doe and shit You a roosted bitch Just a roasted bitch And i roast ya bitch That how i usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they gucci cleanse We the moody gucci louie and pucci men A skada prada The chopper it got the uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds i knew Flip birds Birds gang It was birds i flew And word i flew Or herb i grew I would serve on stoops Now it swerve in coupes [chorus]
