Cam'ron - k**a (intro) lyrics

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Cam'ron - k**a (intro) lyrics

[Oprah Steve] k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a k**a k**a Cam [cam'ron] [verse 1] With the goons I spy Stay in tune with ma She like damn This the realest since kumbaya Kumbyay k**a Cam 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 Cam will shine Canary burgundy I call it lemon red Yellow diamonds in my ear Call 'em lemonheads Lemonhead end up dead Ice like guinea peg Gemstones, Flintstones You could say I'm friends with Fred You want happy scrappy I got pataki at me b**hes say I'm tacky daddy Range look like laffy taffy [Oprah Steve] k** Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a k**a k**a Cam [Cam'ron] I'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as f** 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 f** 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 furlow 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 j**elry 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 [Oprah Steve] k** Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a k**a k**a 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 sh** You a roosted b**h Just a roasted b**h And I roast ya b**h 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 [Oprah Steve] k** Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a k**a k**a Cam