The Heatmakerz - k**a Cam lyrics

[Verse 1] With the goons I spar Stay in tune with ma She like, "damn This the realest since 'Kumbaya'" Bomaye, k**a Cam, my lord Still the man with the pan Scrilla fam, on board b**hes, they want to neuter me n***as, they want to tutor me The hooligan in Houlihan's Maneuvering's nothin' 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 'Bama line Corduroys, Cam will shine Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" Yellow diamonds in my ear Call em "Lemonheads" Lemonhead end up dead Ice like Winnipeg Gemstone, Flinstones You could say I'm friends with Fred You unhappy scrappy? I got Pataki at me b**hes say I'm "tacky daddy" Range look like Laffy Taffy [Hook] k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a k**a k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a [Verse 2] I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as f** Rich and A hit the kitchens then 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 don't care That car a throwaway, homes Welcome to Harlem Where you welcome to problems Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons Them n***as knew we bang Stood out like Pootie Tang Soon as the stoolie sings That when the toolie sing! Bang! Bang! came from that movie ring Snap, crack j**elry bling Flapjack, ooh he bring Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!" Bad rap, cuties cling Ass cap, put em in the river I'm the sushi king And I'mma keep ya fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir, please confess Just say he's the best [Hook] k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a k**a k**a Cam k**a Cam Cam k**a [Verse 3] How dope is this? Teach you how to rope a chick What you want: coke or piff? Got it all, smoke or sniff? And you know my drift Used to figures, dough and sh** You a rooster n***a This a roaster, b**h And I roast ya b**h That's how it usually ends Tell her and her groupie friends Go get their coochie cleansed We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men Escada, Prada The chopper it got the Uzi lens Bird's-eye view The birds I knew flip birds Bird gangs, it was birds I flew And word I blew off herb I grew I would serve on stoops Now swerve in coupes