Текст песни Cam`Ron - Killa Cam, слова песни Cam`Ron

Текст песни Cam`Ron - Killa Cam

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KillaBases loadedZeek on firstSantana on secondJim on thirdI`m at batI`m about to hit this shit out the world!Killa, HeatmakerzClap, Sing, Killa *repeatedKilla, KillaYo, uhWith the goones I spa, stay in tune with maShe like "Damn, this the realest since kumbaya"Umbayay, Killa Cam my Lord (my Lord)Still the man with the pan, Skrilla fam on boardNow bitches they wanna neuter meNiggaz they wanna tutor meThe hooligan in hoola-hands manouverin`s nothin` new to meDoggie I`m from the land of grimePan pan, gram of dimeNot "toes" or "MC," when I say "Hammer Time"Beef, I hammer mine, when I get my hands on ninesIf I have on Bammerline, cordouroys, camera shineCanary burgundy, I call it lemon redYellow diamonds in my ear, call `em lemon headsLemon head, end up deadIce like WinnepegGemstone, "Flinstones", you could say I`m friends with "Fred"You want happy Scrappy?I got patacky at meBitches say I`m tacky daddyRange look like Laffy TaffySingIt`s meClapIt`s meHarlemI know y`all know about thisYo, I from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuckRich and Nay hit the kitchen, then we`ll pitchin` upRob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it upI`d do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?So I parked in a tow away zone, chromeI don`t care, that car throw away homesWelcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problemsOff of Furlo, fella fellas get parkingsThem niggaz newbie bangStood out like pootie-tangSoon as the stoodie sangThat`s when the tootie sang . . Bang, BangCame from that movie RingSnap, crack, jewelry blingFlap-jack, who`d he bring?Clack, clack, Coolie ringBad rap, cuties clingAss capped, put him in the riverI`m the sushi kingAnd I`m gonna keep ya freshLet the fish eat ya fleshYes sir, please confessJust say, "He`s the best"SingIt`s meClapIt`s meMe end this shit, listenYoHow dope is this?Teach you how to rope a chickWhat you want Coke or Piff?Got it all, smoke or sniff?And you know my driftUsed to figures, dough and shitYou a rooster nigga, this a roaster bitchAnd I a roast your bitchThat`s how I usually amTell her and her groupie friendsGo get their cootchie cleansedWe the moody of Gucci, Louie and Pootchy-menA skadda pradda, the chopper it got the uzi lenseBirds I view, the birds I knewFlip birds, Byrd GangIt was birds I flewAnd, word I blew off herb I grewI would, serve off stoopsNow swerve in coups, it`s meKilla Cam, CamKilla Cam, Killa CamKilla Cam, Cam

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