Weekend Love Lyrics - Cam'ron

Verse 1: 

Uh, Killa 

Harlem World, '89, black Jordans they were mine 

Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mine 

Baby my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime) 

Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime 

Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat 

You know, hater time, cat food, fancy feast 

Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats 

Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street 

We hopped the D-train, you don't understand us freezed 

No hassle heifer, did we battle, never 

We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers 

From Gimbals we gained, make it simple and plain 

I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame 

I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish game 

Once you meddle with Cam, ma'am, its never the same 

So you through with the peekin', you pursuin' and seekin' 

You know the season, Killa 

What you doin' this weekend, huh, Killa 

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Chorus: 

(Weekend Love) 

You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be 

You could be, you could be, you could be 

(And I don't have time on the weekend) 

You could be my, you could be my 

(Weekend Love) 

You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be 

You could be, you could be, you could be 

(Then maybe we can try to work it out) 

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Verse 2: 

Uh, Killa 

Some say that I'm belligerent, others say that I'm ignorant 

I don't just experiment, intimate not my sentiment 

Everyday at the tenement, yayo like I invented it 

Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs they're Benedict 

They don't ever remember shit, all they want is their membership 

Only one that they gettin' is Jenkins, that's the end of it 

They want designer recliner along with benefits 

Won't take a risk, but wanna spread the mick 

Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other gender thick 

You seen my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday 

We'll eat Friday's on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on Sundays 

Drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L 

Play catch and kiss, if you don't kiss and tell 

Take the city bus, or come through with chauffers 

We could do Air Ones hun or Louis loafers 

Yeah i'm truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters 

Put up Killa Season, now who the reason 

Come through this weekend, huh, huh 

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Verse 3: 

Uh, Killa, Killa, Killa 

I drive big cars, puff heaven haze 

Not just the weekend, that's seven days 

Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's lemon 

That's the color, wanna play 7-11 

You know, catch and hump, your butt got a extra rump 

Forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump 

Don't mean to be extra, but ma, extra stunts 

Extra money, extra piff, extra blunts 

Extra, extra, really some neck I want 

Not the dude for help, but you're truly felt 

Ass fat, stomach flat, I could see ya Louis belt 

Mine on too, for any gunplay 

I'm a troublemaker, yeah yeah, some say 

You model material, you need a runway 

So let's runaway, we could hit the runway 

Round-trip not a one way, come play 

Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday 

Back on Sunday, make work Monday 

Chorus