Текст, перевод и аккорды “ Killa Cam”
- Killa Bases loaded Zeek on first Santana on second Jim on third I'm at bat I'm about to hit this shit out the world! Killa, Heatmakerz Clap, Sing, Killa *repeated Killa, Killa Yo, uh With the goones I spa, stay in tune with ma She like Damn, this the realest since kumbaya Umbayay, Killa Cam my Lord (my Lord) Still the man with the pan, Skrilla fam on board Now bitches they wanna neuter me Niggaz they wanna tutor me The hooligan in hoola-hands manouverin's nothin' new to me Doggie I'm from the land of grime Pan pan, gram of dime Not toes or MC, when I say Hammer Time Beef, I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines If I have on Bammerline, cordouroys, camera shine Canary burgundy, I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em lemon heads Lemon head, end up dead Ice like Winnepeg Gemstone, Flinstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred You want happy Scrappy? I got patacky at me Bitches say I'm tacky daddy Range look like Laffy Taffy Sing It's me Clap It's me Harlem I know y'all know about this Yo, I from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck Rich and Nay hit the kitchen, then we'll pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase, Doug E. Fresh switched it up I'd do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? So I parked in a tow away zone, chrome I don't care, that car throw away homes Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems Off of Furlo, fella fellas get parkings Them niggaz newbie bang Stood out like pootie-tang Soon as the stoodie sang That's when the tootie sang . . Bang, Bang Came from that movie Ring Snap, crack, jewelry bling Flap-jack, who'd he bring? Clack, clack, Coolie ring Bad rap, cuties cling Ass capped, put him in the river I'm the sushi king And I'm gonna keep ya fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir, please confess Just say, He's the best Sing It's me Clap It's me Me end this shit, listen Yo 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 a roast your bitch That's how I usually am Tell her and her groupie friends Go get their cootchie cleansed We the moody of Gucci, Louie and Pootchy-men A skadda pradda, the chopper it got the uzi lense Birds I view, the birds I knew Flip birds, Byrd Gang It was birds I flew And, word I blew off herb I grew I would, serve off stoops Now swerve in coups, it's me Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam
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