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Family Ties
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Nicole Wray
Nicole Wray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicole Wray
Nicole Wray
Composer
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Composer
D. Rodriguez
D. Rodriguez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skitzo
Skitzo
Producer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

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 Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet Right where you stay or where you stayed That 45 trey deuce 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 Maury, 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 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) 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 (Da da do) From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes (Da da do) 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 Pinocchio 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 fushsnickens And I don't trust a ho, 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 cum, 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 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) You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable Me a more, 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 supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D Some O.D.B. off them O'z of 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 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)
Writer(s): Nicole Monique Wray, Cameron Giles, Dario Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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