The Diplomats, Cam’ron - Purple Haze lyrics

Tito, crack that dutch roll that purple up
Niggas slacking in their macking
Simping in their pimping glad I got you baby
You the only one I can count on man
You my crutch, man

Yo, we leave spots milked
You get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leave cops killed
Duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconi's
Those was zirconia's, I kept it spot built
(V1's)
I can ensemble linen, grinin or rock silk
I'm hitting bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt
That's Chamberlain, mami became a friend
Said she had the lamest men
Wanted to learn the game I'm in
I had to game her then
You rearrange your friends
Then you change that Benz
We need a Range with rims
She bought a gravy Rover
It had a pastry odor yes she made the quota
Cause I'm like Ray Liotta
Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards
But the meanest of fabrics
When I'm with Athina Onassis
Or Ms trina, the queen of the asses
Causes when it come to purple
I seen it in masses, woo!

Woo! Tino, you almost finished?
(This ain't purple neither Tito)
This blunt almost out right here
(I don't know what this is)
I love you man (I'm not smoking this)
Only thing I count on is you
(Tito I want him, I don't want him)
Tito just got the blunt
(don't fuck with nothing else but you)
I'm reloaded now, aight (goddamn)
(Tito roll me up another blunt
Something ain't right with this)

Killa, uhh and I'm a nuisance child
Game in a stupor now plus, I'm stupid foul
Pulled a coupe to trial
I come through Canal, and let the luger style
In the DA mouth shit, here's a root canal
Right on Center street
Put 'em on front street
Next day the front page
Who gon' front on me?
Girls deranked and chumped
I call 'em skank and cunt
Take a trip with the Dip, bitch
To the bank to stunt
Serena Williams, down to Ivanka Trump
Who wanna bang her rump, chump
Yes I bring the pump
That's why I'm kinda hyped
Because my money's good
Which means my mind is right
So I got time to write
How I grind at night, next tab, China white
Army hat, army jacket
Yes sir my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Dom P
Now let's get purple like Grimace or Barney
Holla

I gotta come in now
I don't know what Tito's rolling up
I gotta roll it up my self
(I don't know what's in them Dutch Masters)
If you don't crush your own weed up
And put it in the blunt yourself
Your own brother'll hand you some dust
That's what time it is, I gotta come in
Give me two minutes y'all
I'll be back with y'all in a minute
I gotta roll up