Lyrics Cam’ron – Killa Bounce

Cam’ron:
Frenyce Entertainment
Turn the beat up
Keep quiet, bitch

I-I-I been telling girls, fourth grade, in Mr. Noel’s
We leave this bathroom, look, no kissing and telling
They still bragging to their friends
«Girl, I done been with a felon»
«Who bitch?» «Killa Cam»
At least keep it down with the yelling
I ain’t gotta sell another record, look, I’m set up for life
If I’m in the club, I’m at the bar, I’m next to your wife
That’s the reason niggas gon’ hate me the rest of their life
Stabbed her in the stomach, aw man, she had sex with a knife
Things been rolling my way so they think that I’m fixing the dice
Sleeping with my chains on, igloo, I live in my ice
If you ain’t family only thing I can give you advice
The world’s one big piece of «Nigga, go get you a slice»
Baby turned around and threw her ass right in front of my face
Nah, it ain’t my birthday, but asked if I wanted some cake
Nah, it ain’t my birthday, but asked if I wanted some cake

Disco Black:
Take it or leave him, baby
Give me a reason, baby
Too many thotties all on my body, take it easy, baby
Here for the season, baby
You begging and pleading, baby
Got you fiending, don’t be greedy, take it easy, baby
I can’t keep the ladies off of me
Off of me, off of me

Cam’ron:
Look here, baby girl, I ain’t with all the begging please
Soon as you come in, off with your leggings, please
You the one that said, «Can I come in your section please?» (No)
That you’ll bend it over and you swore you had Megan’s knees
Now you sitting around talking about all this cheddar cheese
Here’s a thou’ to get from ’round me, yeah girl, you better leave
I stay with a trick and a trick up my leather sleeve
When I was moving water, they called me the Seven Seas
Playing in my baby girl like it’s a cool robbery
Then she start to squirt, oh, it’s a pool party
It’s a cool robbery
Then she start to squirt, oh man, it’s a pool party

Disco Black:
Take it or leave him, baby
Give me a reason, baby
Too many thotties all on my body, take it easy, baby
Here for the season, baby
You begging and pleading, baby
Got you fiending, don’t be greedy, take it easy, baby
I can’t keep the ladies off of me
Off of me, off of me
Off of me, off of me
Off of me, off of me
I can’t keep the ladies off of me
Off of me, off of me
Off of me, off of me
Off of me, off of me
I can’t keep the ladies off of me