Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weekend, artist - Cam'Ron.
Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Weekend |
Uh, Killa, Killa! |
Harlem World '89, black Jordans they were mine |
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mind |
Baby mine, lady fine (fine), you ever date a dime? |
(dime) |
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime |
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat |
You know hater time, cat food, Fancy Feast |
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats |
God damn she sweet, we did Delancey Street |
We hopped the D train, you don’t understand the streets |
No hassle heffer, did we battle? |
Never |
We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers |
From Gimbels with game, make it simple and plain |
I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame |
I’m God’s child, but yeah I got devilish game |
Once you meddle wit' Cam, ma’am it’s never the same |
So you through with the peekin'? |
You pursuin' and seekin'? |
You know the season |
Killa, what you doin' this weekend? |
Huh? |
Killa, Killa! |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(And I don’t have time on the weekday) |
You could be my, you could be my |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(But maybe we can try to work it out) |
Killa, uh, Killa, uh |
Some say that I’m belligerent, others say that I’m ignorant |
I don’t just experiment, intimate not my sentiment |
Every day at the tenement, yayo like I invented it |
Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs to benedict |
They don’t ever remember shit, all they want is their membership |
Only one that they gettin' is jackins, that’s the end of it |
They want designer recliner along with benefits |
Won’t take a risk, but wanna spend a mick |
Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other gender thick |
You see my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday |
We’ll eat Friday’s on Fridays, and go to Sunday’s on Sundays |
Drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L |
Play catch and kiss, if you don’t kiss and tell |
Take the city bus, or come through with chauffeurs |
We could do Air Ones hun, or Louie loafers |
Yeah I’m truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters |
Put up Killa Season’s, now who the reason? |
Come through this weekend, huh? |
Huh?.. Killa |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(And I don’t have time on the weekday) |
You could be my, you could be my |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(But maybe we can try to work it out) |
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh |
Killa, Killa, Killa, uh |
I drive big cars, puff heaven haze |
Not just the weekend, that’s seven days |
Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it’s lemon |
That’s the color, wanna play 7−11? |
You know catch and hump, your butt gotta extra rump |
Forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump |
Don’t mean to be extra, but ma. |
I extra stunt |
Extra money, extra piff, extra blunts |
Extra, extra, really some neck I want |
Not the dude for help, but you’re truly felt |
Ass fat, stomach flat, I could see ya Louie belt |
Mine on too, for any gunplay |
I’m a troublemaker, yeah yeah some say |
You’re model material, you need a runway |
So let’s runaway, we could hit the runway |
Round-trip not a one way, come play |
Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday |
Back on Sunday, make work Monday, huh? |
Killa |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(And I don’t have time on the weekday) |
You could be my, you could be my |
(Weekend girl) |
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be |
You could be, you could be, you could be… |
(But maybe we can try to work it out) |