Killa Cam
Title | Killa Cam |
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Artist | Cam’ron |
Album | Purple Haze (Advance) |
Release Date | 2004-12-07 |
Description | Not only was Cam'ron’s 2004 sophomore Roc-A-Fella release Purple Haze “the album that launched a thousand rap blogs,” it’s also responsible for this very website! “Killa Cam” was the first song on Genius (then RapGenius, of course). Co-founder Mahbod Moghadam once said: [T]he purpose of Rap Genius was for us to meet Cam’ron… We wanted to have a Yale Master’s Tea, a snobby event they do at Yale, with Cam'ron to have a good time and introduce Killa to some college girls! The song, of course, is an exemplary Cam joint, featuring vibrant wordplay, mucho bravado, and extensive pop culture references. The title (and hook) refer to Cam'ron’s longtime nickname, which originated from his time in ‘90s rap group Children of the Corn. This page and its annotations have even been approved by Cam'ron’s mother: https://twitter.com/virgie_G/status/147349360332648448 |
Lyrics | [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (Killa!) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Bases loaded) Killa Cam, Killa Cam (Uh-huh) Killa Cam, Cam (Santana on second, Jim on third) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (I'm at bat) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (I'm 'bout to hit this shit out the world) Killa Cam (Ugh, Heatmakerz), Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam (Hahahaha) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (We make this shit clap) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Killa! Killa!) Killa Cam, Cam, Killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma (What up?) She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'" Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord) Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam, on board Now bitches, they want to neuter me, niggas, they want to tutor me The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing 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'll shine Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" (Red) Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads" Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred You unhappy, scrappy? (What's going on, Scrappy?) I got Pataki at me Bitches say I'm "Tacky Daddy," Range look like Laffy Taffy [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap) (Harlem, I know y'all know about this) Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!) You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck 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 fuck tradition up? (Killa!) So I parked in a tow-away zone Chrome...I don't care That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!) Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons Them niggas 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 jewelry bling Flapjack, ooh he bring Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!" Bad rap, cuties cling Ass cap, put them in the river I'm the sushi king And I'ma keep ya fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir, please confess Just say he's the best (Killa!) [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam (clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes) Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (it's me) Killa Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Let me end this shit, listen) Killa Cam Cam Killa [Verse 3: Cam'ron] (Killa!) Yo How dope is this? Teach you how to rope a chick What you want: coke or piff? Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything) And you know my drift Used to figures, dough and shit (millions) You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch And I roast ya bitch 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 It's me, sing! Killa, uhh [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa |