Cam'Ron - Down and Out Lyrics

(feat. Kanye West and Syleena Johnson)

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[Cam'Ron (Kanye West)] 
Uh Killa 
Baby 
Kanye this that 1970s heroin flow huh 
Yeah let's speed it up (Ya'll hear people talking bout who high who not) 
Uh I'm back in (Man they don't know we fixing to kill the game this year) 
(Killa, Ye, come on) 

[Cam'Ron] 
Uh uh aiyyo street mergers I legislated 
The nerve I never hated 
On murders we meditated 
Absurd I hesitated 
Observe cock and spray 
Hit you from a block away 
Drinking Sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay 
Playing soccer stupid stay in a sucker's place 
Pluck ya ace take ya girl fuck her face 
She dealing with Killa so you love her taste 
She swallowing Killa cause she love the taste 
I got brought up with crooking 
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking 
But got caught up with the chicks who really thought I wasn't from Brooklyn 
It gets boring just looking 
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding 
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar 
Interior inferior star-spangled banner 
Car game bananas 
Ma man and Tana 
Guns everywhere like the car came with hammers 
He's back 

[Hook - Kanye West (Syleena Johnson)] 
They trying to say he (down, down) 
I hear niggaz saying he (down and out) 
But our flow's the truest (oh) 
The game's in a nuisance (no no) 
Our girls is the models (oh) 
They coochies the juiciest (ooooh) 
Yeah they say he (down, down) 
Yeah they say he (down and out) 
Cause I'm back on my grind (oh) 
Money back on my mind (no no) 
Ye and Killa Cam (oh) 
The world is mine (ooooh) 

[Cam'Ron] 
I keep bitches straight up like +Simon Says+ 
Open vagina put ya legs behind ya head 
Cop me And 1s hon lime and red 
You got pets me too mines are dead 
Doggy on fire minks gators that's necessary 
Accessories my closet's pet cemetery 
I get approached by animal activists 
I live in a zoo I run scandals with savages 
All my niggaz get together to gather loot 
Bodyguard for what dog I'd rather shoot 
I go to war old timbs batted boots 
Hand grenade goggles and a parachute 
Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet 
It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit 
You don't know bout the cases I get 
Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris 
Ow 

[Hook] 

[Cam'Ron] 
Yo aiyyo you dealing with some sure shit 
My bitches pure thick 
Play razor tag slice ya face, you're it 
It's I who come by drive thru 
Gator told Maury three quarters sky blue 
Look at mami eyes blue five two 
I approached her "hi boo, how you?" 
Tony skin Louis oh you fly too 
You a stewardess good ma I fly too 
Now a nigga got baking to bey 
Harlem shake naw I'm in Harlem shaking away 
Shaking to bake, shaking to Jake's 
Kill you shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake 
Kiss ya picture though you still taped in a lake 
I'm laughing you couldn't wait to escape 
For anyone who owed you dough I had to load the fo 
I hoped a nigga heard when I said I told you so 
Uh Killa 

[Hook] 

[Cam'Ron talking] 
Mine 
Killa you already know Harlem 
Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis 
Chicago of course 
Westside holla at me 
Southside wild honeys 
You know what it is Ohio 
Columbus holla at ya boy 
You know what else I do 
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

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lyrics submitted by KillaCamFan on 11-04-2005
lyrics corrected on 09-02-2009