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Cam'ron – Killa Cam Click the orange lyrics for explanations
[Verse 1]
With the goons I spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like, "damn
This the realest since 'Kumbaya'"
Bumaye, Killa Cam, my lord
Still the man with the pan
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
Bitches, they want to neuter me
Niggas, they want to Judah me
The hooligan in Houlihan's
Maneuvering's nothin' new to me
Doggy, I'm from the land of grind
Pan pan: gram or dime?
Not toes or MC
When I say "Hammertime"
Beef: I hammer mine
When I get my hands on Nines
If I had on 'Bama line
Corduroys, Cam will shine
Canary burgundy:
I call it "Lemon Red"
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em "Lemonheads"
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like Winnipeg
Gemstones, Flinstones
You could say I'm friends with Fred
You want happy, scrappy?
I got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm "tacky daddy"
Range look like Laffy Taffy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchen then were pitchin' up
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up
I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?
So I parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome...I don't care
That car a throwaway, homes
Welcome to Harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off of furlough, fella, felons get pardons
Them niggas newbie bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stooly sings
That when the tooly sing!
Bang! Bang! came from that movie ring
Snap, crack jewelry bling
Flapjack, ooh he bring
Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!"
Bad rap, cuties claim
Ass cap, put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And I'mma keep ya fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir, please confess
Just say he's the best
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
How dope is this?
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want: coke or piff?
Got it all, smoke or sniff?
And you know my drift
Used to figures, dough and shit
You a rooster nigga
This a roaster, bitch
And I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually ends
Go and tell her and her groupie friends
Go get their coochie cleansed
We the Moody, Gucci, Louis and Pucci men
Eskada 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
With the goons I spy
Stay in tune with ma
She like, "damn
This the realest since 'Kumbaya'"
Bumaye, Killa Cam, my lord
Still the man with the pan
Scrilla fan, oh boy and
Bitches, they want to neuter me
Niggas, they want to Judah me
The hooligan in Houlihan's
Maneuvering's nothin' new to me
Doggy, I'm from the land of grind
Pan pan: gram or dime?
Not toes or MC
When I say "Hammertime"
Beef: I hammer mine
When I get my hands on Nines
If I had on 'Bama line
Corduroys, Cam will shine
Canary burgundy:
I call it "Lemon Red"
Yellow diamonds in my ear
Call em "Lemonheads"
Lemonhead end up dead
Ice like Winnipeg
Gemstones, Flinstones
You could say I'm friends with Fred
You want happy, scrappy?
I got Pataki at me
Bitches say I'm "tacky daddy"
Range look like Laffy Taffy
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchen then were pitchin' up
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up
I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up?
So I parked in a tow-away zone
Chrome...I don't care
That car a throwaway, homes
Welcome to Harlem
Where you welcome to problems
Off of furlough, fella, felons get pardons
Them niggas newbie bang
Stood out like Pootie Tang
Soon as the stooly sings
That when the tooly sing!
Bang! Bang! came from that movie ring
Snap, crack jewelry bling
Flapjack, ooh he bring
Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!"
Bad rap, cuties claim
Ass cap, put em in the river
I'm the sushi king
And I'mma keep ya fresh
Let the fish eat ya flesh
Yes sir, please confess
Just say he's the best
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
How dope is this?
Teach you how to rope a chick
What you want: coke or piff?
Got it all, smoke or sniff?
And you know my drift
Used to figures, dough and shit
You a rooster nigga
This a roaster, bitch
And I roast ya bitch
That's how it usually ends
Go and tell her and her groupie friends
Go get their coochie cleansed
We the Moody, Gucci, Louis and Pucci men
Eskada 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
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Comments:
People really don't know how nasty Cam'Ron is. One of the all time greats when he is at his best.
This needs to be broken down more but good job of catching the style here. Biggie made it popular and I'm sure a few before him. Basically the idea is to connect all of the bars by using the first word of the next bar to finish the last thought AND start a new thought. I won't break down the whole part but:
Bad rap, "cuties claim ASCAP", put em in the river, I'm the sushi king.
http://www.ascap.com/about/howjoin.asp
ASCAP makes sure artists get paid when their work is used. He is saying because of his bad rap as a womanizer he gets setup by "cuties" who are after his ASCAP check.