Family Ties Lyrics
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 ga-ga-gay
I'll souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet
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, in spain had the timeshare
Back to time square, I got dimes here
By the port authority but I got more authority
Ya' girl she order Mauri, checks she forger for me
Reporters record me how she reported a orgy
But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me
[chorus: Nicole Wray]
we in a zone, our souljas like to stand by
never alone we 'bout to make them chumps cry
"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
we hold our own, don't think you could move us or push us
we step to the side that's why they call us "family ties"
"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset"
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 bake-in-rolls to outside whippin' the bacon rolls
Sanai Lathan knows i'm rakin' but makin' doe
80 holes in ya' shirt there ya' own jamaican clothes
I ain't talkin' the poconos, i'm talkin' the aspins, the slopes we go
You get the "okey doke" play me baby I hope he know
We break noses call him baby Pinnochio "fuckin'lier!"
I hold it wit' blue mittins, two pigeons
What the fuck are YOUUU pitchin'
One house, two kitchens, whose bitchin
I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens
And I don't trust a hoe, thats mother to baby-mother
Motherfucker you look like ya' 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
Yep! hit E.T up on the cell phone
As ya' family dies and my family rise
Call the network dipset family ties
[chorus]
To see me in that lavender tank you rather just faint
I was fort lauder you was saint latter day saints
Whips get lavered in paint, rap wit' the rappers
scrap wit' the actors, cap back, abra cadabra
And i'm apalled, think that we're all comfortable
Me or more 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 suppose to be, get hung from the roseries
Call me C.O.D, that's coke and them O's of D
Some Ole' D.B. off them O's 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!
[chorus]
