Cam’ron - Weekend Love lyrics

Uh, Killa, Killa! Harlem World '89
Black Jordans they were mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only
One ever pay me mind baby mine, lady fine
(fine) , you ever date a dime? (dime)
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know hater time, cat food, Fancy Feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats
God damn she sweet, we did Delancey Street
We hopped the D train
You don't understand the streets
No hassle heffer, did we battle? Never
We went Easter shoppin'
Coppin' them tassled leathers
From Gimbels with game
Make it simple and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame
I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish game
Once you meddle wit' Cam
Ma'am it's never the same


So you through with the peekin'?
You pursuin' and seekin'? You know the season
Killa, what you doin' this
Weekend? Huh? Killa, killa!

(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(And I don't have time on the weekday)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(But maybe we can try to work it out)

Killa, uh, Killa, uh
Some say that I'm belligerent
Others say that I'm ignorant
I don't just experiment
Intimate not my sentiment
Every day at the tenement
Yayo like I invented it
Scrambled just like eggs
Like eggs to benedict
They don't ever remember shit
All they want is their membership
Only one that they gettin' is jackets
That's the end of it
They want designer recliner
Along with benefit's
Won't take a risk, but wanna spend a mick
Wipe 'em off my agenda quick
I need the other gender thick
You see my Monday to Fridays
I need a Friday to Sunday
We'll eat Friday's on Fridays
And go to Sunday's on Sundays
Drink a little liquor, maybe twist a L
Play catch and kiss
If you don't kiss and tell
Take the city bus or
Come through with chauffeurs
We could do Air Ones hun or Louie loafers
Yeah I'm truly focused
Take down your Snoopy posters
Put up Killa Season's, now who the reason?
Come through this weekend, huh? Huh? killa

(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(And I don't have time on the weekday)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(But maybe we can try to work it out)

Uh huh, uh huh, uh killa, Killa, Killa, uh
I drive big cars, puff heaven haze
Not just the weekend, that's seven days
Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's lemon
That's the color, wanna play 7-11?
You know catch and hump
Your butt gotta extra rump
Forget ya man, extra clip, extra pump
Don't mean to be extra, but mai extra stunt
Extra money, extra piff, extra blunts
Extra, extra, really some neck I want
Not the dude for help, but you're truly felt
Ass fat, stomach flat
I could see ya Louie belt
Mine on too, for any gunplay
I'm a troublemaker, yeah yeah some say
You're model material, you need a runway
So let's runaway, we could hit the runway
Round-trip not a one way, come play
Rio Friday, Spain on Saturday
Back on Sunday, make work Monday, huh? Killa

(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(And I don't have time on the weekday)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
You could be, you could be, you could be
You could be
(But maybe we can try to work it out)