Cam'ron

Cam'ron - Down And Out lyrics

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[Cam'Ron] (Kanye West)

Uh Killa

Baby

Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh

Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not)

Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year)

(Killa, Ye, come on)


[Cam'Ron]

Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated

The nerve I never hated

On murders we meditated

Absurd I hesitated

Observe cock and spray

Hit you from a block away

Drinking Saki on a Suzuki me and old Psycho Dave

Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place

Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face

She dealing with Killa so you love her taste

She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste

I got brought up with crooking

Kitchen orders that I'm cooking

But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn

It gets boring just looking

I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar

Interior inferior star-spangled banner

Car game bananas

Ma man and Tana

Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers

He's back


[Hook - Kanye West] (Syleena Johnson)

They trying to say he (down, down)

I hear niggaz saying he (down and out)

But our flow's the truest (oh)

The game's in a nuisance (no no)

Our girls is the models (oh)

They coochies the juiciest (ooooh)

Yeah they say he (down, down)

Yeah they say he (down and out)

Cause I'm back on my grind (oh)

Money back on my mind (no no)

Ye and Killa Cam (oh)

The world is mine (ooooh)


[Cam'Ron]

I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+

Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head

Cop me And 1s hon lime and red

You got pets me too mines are dead

Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary

Accessories my closet's pet cemetery

I get approached by animal activists

I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages

All my niggaz get together to gather loot

Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot

I go to war old timbs batted boots

Hand grenade goggles and a parachute

Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet

It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit

You don't know bout the cases I get

Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris

Ow


[Hook]


[Cam'Ron]

Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit

My bitches pure thick

Play razor tag slice ya face bury

It's I who come by drive thru

Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue

Look at mami eyes blue five two

I approached her "hi boo, how you?"

Tony skin Louis oh you fly too

You a stewardess good ma I fly too

Now a nigga got baking to bey

Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away

Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's

Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake

Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake

I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape

For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo

I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so

Uh Killa


[Hook]


[Cam'Ron talking]

Mine

Killa you already know Harlem

Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis

Chicago of course

Westside holla at me

Southside wild honeys

You know what it is Ohio

Columbus holla at ya boy

You know what else I do

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
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