Listen to Down and Out (feat. Kanye West & Syleena Johnson) by Cam'ron

Down and Out (feat. Kanye West & Syleena Johnson)

Cam'ron

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Down And Out
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Syleena Johnson
Syleena Johnson
Vocals
Mavis Staples
Mavis Staples
Sampled Artist
William Bell
William Bell
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Brian Miller
Brian Miller
Songwriter
Fred Briggs
Fred Briggs
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Brian Miller
Brian Miller
Producer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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 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 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" 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 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
Writer(s): Kanye West, Fred J Briggs, Brian Miller, Cam'ron Giles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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