[Cam`Ron]
Tito, crack that dutch
Roll that purple up
Niggaz slacking in their macking
Simpin` in their pimpin`
Glad I got you baby
You the only one I can count on man
You may crutch man, yo
[Verse 1]
We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconia`s, those was zirconia`s
I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen
Grinin` on rock, silk, I`m hitting bitches like switches
I`m a top Wilt, that`s Chamberlain, mama became a friend
Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win
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 Athena Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
Causes when it come to purple, I`ve seen it in masses
[Cam - talking]
Whoo! 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, (God damn)
(Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain`t right with this)
[Verse 2]
And I`m a naissance child, gaming her stupid now
Plus, I`m stupid foul, pulled a coup 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 gonna front on me
Girls deranked and chumped, call `em skank and cunt
Take a trip with the Dip bitch, to the bank to stunt
Serena Williams, downtown vacant and 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, yesir my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Don P
Now let`s get purple like Grimace and Barney
Holla
[Cam - talking]
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
