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

Uh, Killa

Baby

Kanye, this that 1970's Heron flow, huh?

Yeah, let's speed it up

Yeah, I hear people talk about who hot, who not

Man, they don't know we finna kill the game this year

Killa, Ye, Come on

Ay yo, street mergers are legislated

The nerve, I never hated on

Murders, premeditated

Absurd, I hesitated

Observe, cock and spray

Hit you from a block away

Drinkin' sake on a Suzuki, we in Osaka Bay

Playin' soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

She dealin' with Killa, so you love her taste

She swallowin' Killa, 'cause she love the taste

I got brought up with crookin', kitchen orders that I'm cookin'

But got caught up with the jooks, you woulda thought I was from Brooklyn

It get boring just lookin'

Did like Bill Cosby, pourin' in the puddin'

Now the dashboard is wooden

From a hard tangled grammar

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Car game bananas, my man antennas

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

He's back

They tryna say he (Down, down)

I hear **** sayin' he (Down, but not out)

But our flow's the truest

The games in the nooses

Our girl is the models

They coochie's 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 these bitches straight up, like Simon Says

Open vagina, put ya legs behind ya head

Cop me Air Ones, hun, lime and red

You got pets? Me too, mines are dead

Dog, eagle, fox, minks, gators, that's necessary

Accessories, my closet's Pet Cemetery

I get approached by animal activists

I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages

All my **** get together to gather loot

Bodyguard for what, dog, I'd rather shoot

I got to war, old Timbs, battered boots

Hand grenade, goggle 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 about the cases I get

Court case, brief case, suitcase, cases of Cris', ow

They tryna to say he (Down, down)

I hear **** sayin' he (Down, but not out)

But our flow's the truest

The games in the nooses

Our girl is the models

They coochie's 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

Ay you,  you dealin' with some sure shit

My bitches pure thick

Play razor tag, slice your face, you're it

It's I who come by drive through

Gator-toe Mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Look at mami, eyes blue, 5'2

I approached her, hi boo, how are you?

Pony skin Louis, oh you fly too

You a stewardess? Good ma, I fly too

Now a **** got bacon to bake

Harlem Shake, nah? I'm at Harlem shakin' the wake

Shakin' the bake, shakin' the chase

Kill you, shoot the funeral up

They'll 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 four

I hope a **** learned, when I said, I told ya so

They tryna say he (Down, down)

I hear **** sayin' he (Down, but not out)

But I flows the truest, the games in the nooses

Our girl is the models

They coochie's 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, Naptown, St. Louis

Chicago, of course

Westside, holla at me

Southside, wild hundreds

You know that what it is, Ohio

Columbus, holla at your boy

You know what else I do

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati