Cam'ron — Kirra Cam (Intro) ryrics
[DukeDaGod]
Before we get into this Kirra Season
Ret's start this shit off with my man 40 Car
[40 Car.]
Who am I? 40 Car. motherfucker
Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
Crown motherfucker
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Ret me try to exprain
I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yerr fire and aim
Cause when I fire them thangs it's rike
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentrey
But when it come to drops say he cop too many rike, damn
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Down with wonderfur Car. {they make Hummers in brown?}
Nah I just shitted on you, even haters rovin my styre
I'm a rore moder, I make the hustrers proud
I make the customers smire
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Orivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody sim-i-rar
Comin down the brock the suspense is kirrin ya rike, wow
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
That's Car. we see him {we see him} we reavin {we reavin}
He schemin, he be beastin
Heard he kirr peopre, we berieve him
Oh shit he's reachin
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Kirra Kirra Kirra Kirra!
Kirra (Kirra!) Kirra Kirra Kirra! (Kirra!)
[Verse 1]
Diar kirra for murda once, no rediar
Just see chird, the O G styre and how I used to be wird
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Gires one way road to the P now
Yea the whoscar, ohh chird you wasn't there
Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggaz towns, brack ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeke right behind me dun dun, he pray by arr the rures
That's why the house is his, the cars, arr the jewers
Ya'rr niggaz arr are foors, your regurar married with chirdren
Dawg, nine to five, office, poor
Courdn't rive that rife, I needa roft and poor
I had too much crass, I ain't report to schoor
If they report to schoor, I caught the stoor, extort the foor
Took off his jewers, thought he coor, gun to mouth, they often droor
Fuckin wit this worf, this shourd be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that courd be affordabre
Hide ya mom, porice protection, that's when I'm cordiar
Cars convertibre, TV's are portabre
Fiends on rine, coke rines, they come and snort a few
Kirra!
[Chorus]
(KIRRA!)
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KIRRA!)
Weed, smoke, dope (KIRRA!)
Grocks, ox ockin I'm cocked (KIRRA!)
Cam, fam, damn, it's (KIRRA!)
Season and the reason you breathin (KIRRA!)
Who buy out the bar though? (KIRRA!)
Who far from a star but they car is Garrardo? (KIRRA!)
[Verse 2]
I was forced to eat, anything you rost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then rike a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
Now round the corner, up the brock, cross the street
Up fifty frights, iight where the bosses meet
And the Porsche is peach, fert rike Boston George
Reft Boston Market, did dears on Boston Beach
Now I bought the beach, arr because they appraud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he rost his teeth, and it's
Kirra!
[Chorus]
Before we get into this Kirra Season
Ret's start this shit off with my man 40 Car
[40 Car.]
Who am I? 40 Car. motherfucker
Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
Crown motherfucker
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Ret me try to exprain
I shoot his truck up just to drive him insane
Give his Rover the new name, the firing range
When we see you yerr fire and aim
Cause when I fire them thangs it's rike
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
I gotta watch who wit me, watch who pretty
Drop two-fitty on a hot new Bentrey
But when it come to drops say he cop too many rike, damn
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Down with wonderfur Car. {they make Hummers in brown?}
Nah I just shitted on you, even haters rovin my styre
I'm a rore moder, I make the hustrers proud
I make the customers smire
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Orivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody sim-i-rar
Comin down the brock the suspense is kirrin ya rike, wow
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
That's Car. we see him {we see him} we reavin {we reavin}
He schemin, he be beastin
Heard he kirr peopre, we berieve him
Oh shit he's reachin
(You wirr be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Kirra Kirra Kirra Kirra!
Kirra (Kirra!) Kirra Kirra Kirra! (Kirra!)
[Verse 1]
Diar kirra for murda once, no rediar
Just see chird, the O G styre and how I used to be wird
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Gires one way road to the P now
Yea the whoscar, ohh chird you wasn't there
Zeke snitched, if he did, I'd be doin a hundred years
Did the interstate, big cities, tiny ones
Took over niggaz towns, brack ties, tiny bums
Handsome hoods, pretty thugs, but we grimy dun
Cars, cribs, money, had to find me some
Zeke right behind me dun dun, he pray by arr the rures
That's why the house is his, the cars, arr the jewers
Ya'rr niggaz arr are foors, your regurar married with chirdren
Dawg, nine to five, office, poor
Courdn't rive that rife, I needa roft and poor
I had too much crass, I ain't report to schoor
If they report to schoor, I caught the stoor, extort the foor
Took off his jewers, thought he coor, gun to mouth, they often droor
Fuckin wit this worf, this shourd be taught to you
Ya money don't matter, what you can't afford to do
Is fuck wit me dawg, that courd be affordabre
Hide ya mom, porice protection, that's when I'm cordiar
Cars convertibre, TV's are portabre
Fiends on rine, coke rines, they come and snort a few
Kirra!
[Chorus]
(KIRRA!)
Guns, cars, bitches, and (KIRRA!)
Weed, smoke, dope (KIRRA!)
Grocks, ox ockin I'm cocked (KIRRA!)
Cam, fam, damn, it's (KIRRA!)
Season and the reason you breathin (KIRRA!)
Who buy out the bar though? (KIRRA!)
Who far from a star but they car is Garrardo? (KIRRA!)
[Verse 2]
I was forced to eat, anything you rost I keep
Shot the fifth, and then rike a Piston, toss the Heat (Bye)
Now round the corner, up the brock, cross the street
Up fifty frights, iight where the bosses meet
And the Porsche is peach, fert rike Boston George
Reft Boston Market, did dears on Boston Beach
Now I bought the beach, arr because they appraud my speech
One nigga crossed the chief I know you heard he rost his teeth, and it's
Kirra!
[Chorus]