Killa Cam lyrics

[Chorus throughout Intro]

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Cam Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Killa Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam Killa

[Intro]

Killa

Bases loaded (uh huh)

Zeke on first

Santana on second (uh)

Jim on third (yeah)

I'm in bat

I'm about to hit this shit out the world! (whoa)

Killa, uh, Heatmakerz

Clap, sing, Killa

Clap, sing, clap, sing, clap, sing

Sing, clap, sing

Killa, Killa

[Verse 1]

With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma

She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'"

Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (my Lord)

Still the man with the pan, scrilla fam, on board

Now bitches, they want to neuter me

Niggas, they want to tutor me

The hooligan in Houlihan's

Maneuvering's nothing new to me

Doggy, I'm from the land of grind

Pan pan: gram or dime?

Not tools or MC, when I say "Hammer time"

Beef: I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines

If I had on 'Bama line, Corduroys, Cam'll shine

Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red"

Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads"

Lemonhead end up dead

Ice like Winnipeg

Gemstone, Flintstones

You could say I'm friends with Fred

You unhappy, scrappy?

I got Pataki at me

Bitches say I'm "tacky daddy"

Range look like Laffy Taffy

[Chorus]

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (sing)

Killa Cam Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap)

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing)

Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap)

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (sing)

Killa Cam Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me)

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap)

(Harlem, I know y'all know about this)

Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!)

[Verse 2]

Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck

Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' up

Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up

I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa!)

So I parked in a tow-away zone

Chrome...I don't care

That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!)

Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems

Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons

Them niggas knew we bang

Stood out like Pootie Tang

Soon as the stoolie sings

That when the toolie sing!

Bang! Bang!

Came from that movie ring

Snap, crack jewelry bling

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!"

Bad rap, cuties cling

Ass cap, put them in the river

I'm the sushi king

And I'ma keep ya fresh

Let the fish eat ya flesh

Yes sir, please confess

Just say he's the best (Killa!)

[Chorus]

Killa Cam (sing)

Killa Cam Cam (clap)

Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes)

Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing)

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (sing)

Killa Killa Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh)

Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap)

Killa Cam Killa Cam

Killa Cam Cam (it's me)

Killa Cam (sing, clap)

Killa Cam Cam

Killa Killa Killa Cam

(Let me end this shit, listen)

Killa Cam Cam Killa

[Verse 3]

(Killa!) Yo

How dope is this?

Teach you how to rope a chick

What you want: coke or piff?

Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything)

And you know my drift

Used to figures, dough and shit (millions)

You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch

And I roast ya bitch

That's how it usually ends

Tell her and her groupie friends

Go get their coochie cleansed

We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men

Escada, Prada

The chopper it got the Uzi lens

Bird's-eye view

The birds I knew flip birds

Bird gangs, it was birds I flew

And word I blew off herb I grew

I would serve on stoops

Now swerve in coupes

It's me, sing! Killa, uhh

[Chorus]

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• Artist:Cam’ron
• Album:Purple Haze (2004)