Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killa Cam / Roll That Skit, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Killa Cam / Roll That Skit |
| Killa kam |
| Killa kam |
| Killa kam |
| Killa killa |
| Killa kam |
| (camron) |
| With the goons i spy |
| Stay in tune with ma |
| She like damn |
| This the realest since kumbaya |
| Kumbyay killa kam my lord |
| Still the man with pants |
| Scrill fam oh boy |
| They want neuter me |
| They want do to me |
| The hooligan in hoolahands |
| Maneuvering is nothin new to me |
| Doggy i’m from the land of crime |
| Pan pan gram or dime |
| Not toes or mc |
| When i say hammertime |
| Beef i’m hammer mine |
| When i get my hands on nines |
| If i had on bammerline |
| Cordourys kam will shine |
| Canary burgandy |
| I call it lemon red |
| Yellow diamonds in my ear |
| Call em lemonheads |
| Lemonhead end up dead |
| Ice like guinepeg |
| 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 |
| (voice) |
| Kill kam |
| Killa kam |
| Killa kam |
| Killa killa |
| Killa kam |
| I’m from where nicky barns got rich as fuck |
| Rich and nay hit the kitchen they 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 dont care |
| I’ll call it throwaway homes |
| Welcome to harlem |
| Where you welcome to problems |
| Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings |
| Canabuy banks |
| Stand out like puty tanks |
| Soon as the studie sings |
| That when the tudy sing |
| Bang bang came from that movie rang |
| Snap crack jewelry bling |
| Flat jack who he bring |
| Clack clack cooley ring |
| Bad rap cuties claim |
| Ascap put em in the river |
| I’m the sushi king |
| And i’m keep it fresh |
| Let the fish eat ya flesh |
| Yes sir please confess |
| Just say he’s the best |
| How dope is this |
| Teach you how to rope a chick |
| What you want |
| Coke or piff |
| I got it all smoke or sniff |
| And you know my drift |
| Used to figures doe and shit |
| You a roosted bitch |
| Just a roasted bitch |
| And i roast ya bitch |
| That how i usually am |
| Tell her and her groupie friends |
| Go get they gucci cleanse |
| We the moody gucci louie and pucci men |
| A skada prada |
| The chopper it got the uzi lens |
| Bird’s eye view |
| The birds i knew |
| Flip birds |
| Birds gang |
| It was birds i flew |
| And word i flew |
| Or herb i grew |
| I would serve on stoops |
| Now it swerve in coupes |