Killa Cam / Roll That Skit

Lyrics for Killa Cam / Roll That Skit

Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa killa Killa Cam With the goons I spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Bumbayay killa Cam my lord Still the man with the pants Scrilla fam, more on board Now bitches They wanna neuter me Niggas They wanna tutor me The hooligan in Hoolahands Maneuvering is nothing new to me Doggy I'm from the land of grind Pan pan gram or dime Not toes or MC When I say hammer time Beef I hammer mine When I get my hands on nines If I had on Bammerline Corduroys Cam a shine Canary burgundy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em lemon heads Lemon head end up dead Ice like Winnipeg Gemstones, Flintstones You could say I'm friends with Fred You unhappy scrappy I got Pataki at me Bitches say I'm tacky daddy Range look like Laffy Taffy Kill Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa killa Killa Cam I'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as fuck Rich and Nay 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 a furlo fella felons get parkings Them niggas knew we bang Stood out like Pootie Tang Soon as the stoolie sang That's when the toolie sang 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 Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa killa Killa Cam 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 rooster nigga This a roaster bitch And I roast ya bitch That's how it usually end Tell her and her groupie friends Go get they Gucci cleanse We the moody Gucci Louie and Pucci men Or Skada Prada The chopper it got the Uzi lens Bird's eye view The birds I knew Flip birds Bird gang It was birds I flew And word I blew Or herb I grew I would serve on stoops Now I swerve in coupes