Cam'ron
Cam'ron - Come See Killa songtekst
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See Duke, It's two type of niggaz It's niggaz that do the talking And the niggaz that they talk about I'm the nigga that they talk about And it's unfortunate, Due to the circumstances of your tax bracket You don't comprehend half the shit that's going on Stop chasing me and chase the mothafuckin money, Oh I forgot, I am the mothafuckin money (ha ha! ) -verse 1- Yeah, The Five is amazing One question, why would you race him (why?) Ride wit Jamaicans, slide wit the Haitians, Pies we bake 'em, lives we take 'em (take 'em) That's right, cyberspace (space) No wire fiber you can trace (nope) Yall know what happens when a bear comes out of hibernation (Grrrrrr) Pick up Sanaa Lathan Try to embrace him, fly with the statements Live from the pavement, fly wit the bacon Guns in the ceiling, pies in the basement Eight shots, why would I waste 'em Eight digits my equation Bring the Hummer through, not the number two But I bet this number Nine will erase him A buncha crybabies, I'm fly, baby And fuck the traffic, I'm still trafficking on I-80 (Daytona) Getting back from Arizona, In a car with bad aroma Make it look pretty, I make it to city, this weed'll put yo ass in a coma Got class, no Diploma Just ask, I'm the owner Get your girl a glass of Corona (and) And watch how fast I bone her Am I offending yall With my spending yall I'm sorry, Yellow Ferrari That's the Lemonal Lookin' through the headlights, runnin' through the red lights, fuck it I'm dead nice The time this song is over, it'll be on every website (goddamn) I'm a psycho hell (hell) End your life gone well I Put it in the ocean, tell 'em start swimmin' Hurry up Michael Phelps Aint no gold medals, (Nope) Just some Rose Gold (Ice! ) Y'all niggaz gone old (Damn! ) Drinkin' 'Old Gold' (Shit! ) Got the vest and the chrome, I'm Rocky like Sylvester Stallone Phone home, goddamn, yall shoulda left him alone! (Killa! ) When the smoke right And the dope nice And the coke price, is low like your hoe wife Come see Killa (yeah) Come see Killa (yeah) Come see Killa (yeah), we'll get skrilla When you can make bail, or escape jail Come to my block, Ahk, I'm having a cake sale Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ) Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ) Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ), I get skrilla -verse 2- Doggy, don't play foul With that old face smile Play with me, you'll be on A&E:'Cold Case Files' Y'all know I won't lay down Go straight rounds Okay clown Throw cake around, I'm like a earthquake, I hope they hold they ground Try to crush in the Blue thing, like Mac 10 we rush and we 'hoo bang' I'm from 40th nigga, I sold dust to your set Sold coke to your moms, got it from Miami Gave Mitch Green three bundles after that eye jammie Sold liquors, Sold Blickers Sold some houses too Sold crack, sold hoes, sold pounds, sold pills They were powder blue Powder too, Our crew will shower you, in a hour or two I'm puffin' on piff Taste delish But I sell that sour too You know how I do Mami like 'nah ' nah boo Shut up and take this dick, you make me sick with the 'ah ah oooh' How can I lose? Four thou for the shoes Twelve thou for the wooz (that's liquor) Eighty thou on the boots Nine hundred thou on the jewels, wait No, in fact a Million That chain a Hundred thousand that I gave to Katt Williams (what up Katt?) That's my jigga nigga, What up mofarelli? The shit I'm brewing up, I swear it's gonna hurt they bellies They gon be sick of me No help from Penicillin It's time to get it straight, and separate the men from children Got the Benz wit the rims, the Tims wit the brims, my fitted hat A Black Sheep yall Get wit this or get with that! When the smoke right And the dope nice And the coke price, is low like your hoe wife Come see Killa (yeah) Come see Killa (yeah) Come see Killa (yeah), we'll get skrilla When you can make bail, or escape jail Come to my block, Ahk, I'm having a cake sale Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ) Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ) Yeah it's Killa (Yeah! ), I get skrilla