what's cam best album lyrically

what is cam best album lyrically

  • crime pays

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • come with me

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • sde

    Votes: 1 20.0%
  • confessions of fire

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • purple haze

    Votes: 4 80.0%
  • killa seasons

    Votes: 0 0.0%

  • Total voters
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to me it is purple haze

the rhyme patterns metaphors wordplay punchlines and hooks were ridiculous

I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the re-cruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time
bytches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind
 

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My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she a-greed that I'm looney
But pro-ceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nikka)
Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 2-2
Get him a maury flow, from the maury show
fukk around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey
Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty, now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fukk with me
Killa
 
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