Down And Out – Cam’Ron – letras

[Cam’Ron] (Kanye West)Uh KillaBabyKanye this that 1970s heroin flow huhYeah 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 legislatedThe nerve I never hatedOn murders we meditatedAbsurd I hesitatedObserve cock and sprayHit you from a block awayDrinking Saki on a Suzuki me and old Psycho DavePlaying soccer stupid stay in a sucker’s placePluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her faceShe dealing with Killa so you love her tasteShe swallowing Killa cause she love the tasteI got brought up with crookingKitchen orders that I’m cookingBut got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn’t from BrooklynIt gets boring just lookingI feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the puddingNow the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammarInterior inferior star-spangled bannerCar game bananasMa man and TanaGuns everywhere like the car came with hammersHe’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 headCop me And 1s hon lime and redYou got pets me too mines are deadDoggy on fire minks gators that’s necessaryAccessories my closet’s pet cemeteryI get approached by animal activistsI live in a zoo I run scandals with savagesAll my niggaz get together to gather lootBodyguard for what dog I’d rather shootI go to war old timbs batted bootsHand grenade goggles and a parachuteYa’ll don’t even know the name of my fleetIt was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shitYou don’t know bout the cases I getCourt case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of CrisOw[Hook][Cam’Ron]Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shitMy bitches pure thickPlay razor tag slice ya face buryIt’s I who come by drive thruGator told Maury three quarters sky blueLook at mami eyes blue five twoI approached her « hi boo, how you? »Tony skin Louis oh you fly tooYou a stewardess good ma I fly tooNow a nigga got baking to beyHarlem shake naw I’m in Harlem shaking awayShaking to bake, shaking to Jake’sKill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wakeKiss ya picture though you still taped in a lakeI’m laughing you couldn’t wait to escapeFor anyone who owed you dough I had to load the foI hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you soUh Killa[Hook][Cam’Ron talking]MineKilla you already know HarlemWhole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. LouisChicago of courseWestside holla at meSouthside wild honeysYou know what it is OhioColumbus holla at ya boyYou know what else I doDayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati*Enviado por « Sekef »