Down And Out - Cam'Ron, Kanye West, Syleena Johnson

Uh, Killa!

Baby!

Kanye, this that 1970s Heron flow, huh?

Yeah, let’s speed it up

Ugh, I’m back in, ugh, ugh

They don’t know we finna kill the game this year

Killa!

'Ye!

C’mon!

Ayo, street mergers I legislated, the nerve I never hated

On murders premeditated, 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 juxes

You would’ve 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, mob manning tanners

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers, he’s back

They trying to say he (I'm down, down)

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

But our flow is the truest (Oh)

The game’s in the nooses (No no)

Our girls is the models (Oh)

They coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I’m back on my grind (Oh)

Money back on my mind (No no)

Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine (Oooh)

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: mines are dead, doggy

Fox, minks, gators, that’s necessary

Accessories, my closet’s «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

Y’all 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', aaow!

They trying to say he (I'm down, down)

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

But our flow is the truest (Oh)

The game’s in the nooses (No no)

Our girls is the models (Oh)

They coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I’m back on my grind (Oh)

Money back on my mind (No no)

Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine (Oooh)

Uh, Killa, yo, yo…

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 the weight

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 hope a nigga heard when I said «I told you so»

Uh, Killa

They trying to say he (I'm down, down)

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

But our flow is the truest (Oh)

The game’s in the nooses (No no)

Our girls is the models (Oh)

They coochies the juiciest (Ooooh)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down)

Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out)

'Cause I’m back on my grind (Oh)

Money back on my mind (No no)

Ye' and Killa Cam', the world is mine (Oooh)

Mine!

Killa!

You already know Harlem

Whole Midwest, Detroit, Naptown, 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