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Down And Out Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'ron

Killa! Baby! 

Kanye this that 1970s Heron flow huh? 

Yeah let's speed it up 

 

Ayo street mergers I legislated 

The nerve I never hated 

On murders pre-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 jooks you woulda thought I was from Brooklyn 

It gets boring just looking 

Did 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 

My man Santana 

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers 

 

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They trying to say he (down, down) 

I hear niggas saying he (down, but not out) 

But our flow is the truest 

The games in the nooses 

Our girls is the models 

They coochies the juiciest 

 

Yeah, they say he (down, down) 

Yeah, they say he (down, but not out) 

Cause I'm back on my grind 

Money back on my mind 

Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine 

 

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I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says 

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head 

Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red 

You got pets? Me too: mine are dead 

Fox, minks, gators that's necessary 

Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary" 

I get approached by animal activists 

I live in a zoo 

I run scandals with savages 

All my niggas get together to gather loot 

Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot 

I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots 

Hand grenade, goggles and a parachute 

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip 

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 

 

Ayo 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-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue 

Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2" 

I approached her "Hi boo, how you? 

Pony skin Louis? Oh, you fly too 

You a stewardess? Good ma, I fly too" 

Now a nigga got baking to bake 

Harlem Shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shaking awake 

Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes 

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake 

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake 

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape 

For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the fo 

I hoped a nigga heard when I said "I told you so" 

 

Mine 

Killa you already know Harlem 

Whole Midwest, Detroit, Nap town, St. Louis 

Chicago of course 

Westside, holla at me 

Southside wild hundreds 

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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