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 souflet' ya
toupet and bottles be a bouquet right Where you
stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce 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 spain had the Time share
back to time square I got dimes here by the port
authority but I got more authority ya Girl she
ordered morey checks she forge em' for me
reporters report me how she report to the Whorgey
but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me

Chorus - Nicole Wray:
We in the 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 I think you get 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 mom Hot
dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from
whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside Whippin' the
bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' 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
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Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what
the fuck are you pitchin' one house two Kitchens
whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the
fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe That
smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker 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 ya' family
dies and my family rise call the network Dipset
family ties

Chorus

They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya'
faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder Day
saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the
rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra
Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all
comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore
Huxdable 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 roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them
Oser "D" some ole'D B off them oser 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