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Family Ties feat. Nicole Wray

Track byCam’Ron

103
2
  • 2004.01.01
  • 4:17
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[Verse 1] Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This aint the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp Oka-ka-kay, you ga-ga-gay I'll suflet ya toupee, and bottles be a bouqet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That 45 trey duce spade spray you stayed Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years the spain had to time share Back to time square, I got dimes here By the port authority, but I got more authority Your girl she order more E, check she forge it for me Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me [Chorus - Nicole Wray (Cam'Ron)] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone, we bout to make the Jones cry (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties (Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset Dipset) [Verse 2] From the back of the cop ride, the black on black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed From whippin the bacon rolls, to outside whippin the bacon rolls Sanai Lathan knows, i'm rakin but makin dough Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin the pocono's I'm talkin to Aspen's the slopes we go You get the okie doke, play me baby i hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinnochio Fuckin Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fooshsnickens And I don't trust a ho, That's mother to baby mother Motherfucker you look like a lady lover I'll tuck slap her, dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink, come get drunk it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home, Yup Hit E.T. up on the cell phone As your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, dipset, family ties [Chorus] [Verse 3] You see me in that lavendar tank, you rather just faint I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavendar paint, ride with the rappers Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra And i'm appauled, thinkin we ain't all comfortable Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker And who you sposed to be, get hung from the roseries Call me C.O.D. thats Coke and them Oser D Some O.D.B. off them Oser D I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me [Chorus]

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