Skitzo - Family Ties lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam'ron] 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) A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap Hold the sh** 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 [Hook: Nicole Wray] We in the zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us And step to the side, that's why they call us "family ties" Dipset, dipset [Verse 2: Cam'ron] 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 co*k-eyed From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls Annihilatin' those, 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 f**in' liar I hold him with blue mittens, 2 pigeons, "what the f** are you pitchin'?" 1 house, 2 kitchens...who's b**hin'? I bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens And I don't trust a ho That's mother to baby-mother Motherf**er, 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 [Hook: Nicole Wray] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] 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 apalled think that we at all comfortable Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable Their mother's a lawyer, their 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 O.D.ed, B off them Os of D I ain't give a f** as long as they ain't close to me Put ya d** in the air, give a toast to me Pump that dip in ya veins, get dope like me f** Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me For real, n***a, on the real the last hope is me