Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family Ties, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Family Ties |
| Killa, Dipset |
| 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 ain’t the pimp camp: pimp limp, pimp stance |
| Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp |
| Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay |
| I’ll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet |
| Right where you stay, or where you stayed |
| That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed |
| Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap |
| Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that |
| For 9 years in Spain had the time share |
| Back to Times Square… I got dimes here |
| By the Port Authority, but I got more authority |
| Your girl she ordered Mauri, checks she forge 'em for me |
| Reporters report me how she report to the orgy |
| But it’s more to the story: her daughter applaud me |
| We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by |
| Never alone we 'bout to make the drums 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 I call this family ties |
| Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |
| Killa! |
| Uhh |
| From the back of the cop-ride |
| To 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 |
| Sanaa Lathan knows, I’m rakin' but makin' dough |
| 80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes |
| I ain’t talkin' the Poconos, I’m talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go |
| You get the «okey doke», play me, baby I hope he know |
| We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio |
| (Fuckin' liar), I hold him with blue mittens |
| 2 pigeons, «what the fuck are you pitchin'?» |
| 1 house, 2 kitchens… who's bitchin'? |
| I bring the diesel, won’t see the Fu-Schnickens |
| (And I don’t trust a hoe) |
| That’s mother to baby-mother |
| Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover |
| I’ll touch 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 (Killa) |
| We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by |
| Never alone we 'bout to make the drums 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 I call this family ties |
| Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |
| They see me in that lavender tank, you’d rather just faint |
| I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints |
| Whips get lathered in paint |
| Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors, cap back: abracadabra |
| And I’m appalled think that we at all comfortable |
| Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable |
| They mother’s a lawyer, they father’s a doctor |
| Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and |
| Who you supposed to be? |
| Get hung from the rosaries |
| Call me «C.O.D.» |
| — that’s coke and them Os of D |
| Some OD’ed, B off them Os of D |
| I ain’t give a fuck as long as they ain’t close to me |
| Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me |
| Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me |
| Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me |
| For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me |
| We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by |
| Never alone we 'bout to make the drums 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 I call this family ties |
| Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset |