[{"id":24212721,"name":"Family Ties - Cam'Ron, Nicole Wray","trackName":"Family Ties - Cam'Ron, Nicole Wray","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":257.880816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties - Cam'Ron, Nicole Wray\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 257881\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"},{"id":3249335,"name":"Family Ties","trackName":"Family Ties","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"},{"id":30426774,"name":"Family Ties","trackName":"Family Ties","artistName":"Cam’ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":308.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties\n  artist: Cam’ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 308000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"},{"id":30020557,"name":"Family Ties","trackName":"Family Ties","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"I'm Still Here","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: I'm Still Here\n  duration_ms: 253000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak 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thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"},{"id":28305284,"name":"Family Ties","trackName":"Family Ties","artistName":"Cam'ron, Nicole Wray","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties\n  artist: Cam'ron, Nicole Wray\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call 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Nicole Wray\n  album: Purple Haze (Explicit)\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need\n  To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order\n  Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right\n  Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click\n  Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the\n  Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya\n  Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the\n  Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me\n  We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry \"dipset\n  Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step\n  To the side that's why they call us \"family ties\" \"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\"\n\n  From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom\n  Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside\n  Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there\n  Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you\n  Get the \"okey doke\" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'\n  Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two\n  Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe\n  That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap\n  Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell\n  Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network\n  Dipset family ties\n\n  They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder\n  Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra\n  Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore\n  Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the\n  Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them\n  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\n  Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry\n  And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!\n"},{"id":10600495,"name":"Family Ties","trackName":"Family Ties","artistName":"Cam’ron feat. Lady Wray","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties\n  artist: Cam’ron feat. 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Nicole Wray\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need\n  To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order\n  Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right\n  Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click\n  Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the\n  Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya\n  Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the\n  Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me\n  We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry \"dipset\n  Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step\n  To the side that's why they call us \"family ties\" \"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\"\n\n  From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom\n  Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside\n  Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there\n  Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you\n  Get the \"okey doke\" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'\n  Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two\n  Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe\n  That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap\n  Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell\n  Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network\n  Dipset family ties\n\n  They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder\n  Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra\n  Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore\n  Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the\n  Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them\n  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\n  Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry\n  And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!\n"},{"id":6815486,"name":"Family Ties(Ft. 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Nicole Wray)\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need\n  To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order\n  Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right\n  Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click\n  Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the\n  Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya\n  Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the\n  Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me\n  We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry \"dipset\n  Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step\n  To the side that's why they call us \"family ties\" \"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\"\n\n  From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom\n  Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside\n  Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there\n  Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you\n  Get the \"okey doke\" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'\n  Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two\n  Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe\n  That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap\n  Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell\n  Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network\n  Dipset family ties\n\n  They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder\n  Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra\n  Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore\n  Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the\n  Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them\n  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\n  Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry\n  And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!\n"},{"id":32225108,"name":"Family Ties feat. 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Nicole Wray\n  artist: Camron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 45000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk you hang out where the pimps collide it's a pimp in my ride, no need\n  To pimp the ride this ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance pimp slap a slim tramp order\n  Steak shrimp scamp. ok-k-kay you g-g-gay I souflet' ya toupet and bottles be a bouquet right\n  Where you stay or where you stayed at 45 trey duce spade sprayed you stayed unload the click\n  Clack to ya fit cap hold the shit back say goodbye and go commit that for 9 years spain had the\n  Time share back to time square I got dimes here by the port authority but I got more authority ya\n  Girl she ordered morey checks she forge em' for me reporters report me how she report to the\n  Whorgey but it's more to the story her daughter applaud me\n  We in the zone our soldiers like to stand by, never alone we 'bout to make the Jones'cry \"dipset\n  Dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\" we hold our own I think you get move us or push us we step\n  To the side that's why they call us \"family ties\" \"dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset dipset\"\n\n  From the back of the cop-ride to black on black black when we cop rides I will not hide hi mom\n  Hot dodge dick on her nose now she's cock-eyed from whippin' the bake-in-rolls to outside\n  Whippin' the bacon rolls sanai lathan nose I'm rakein' but makin' doe 80 holes in ya' shirt there\n  Ya' own jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the poconos, I'm talkin' the aspins the slopes we go you\n  Get the \"okey doke\" play me baby I hope he know we break noses call him baby pinnochio fuckin'\n  Lier I hold him wit' blue mittins two pigeons what the fuck are you pitchin' one house two\n  Kitchens whose bitchin I bring the diesel won't see the fooschnickens and I don't trust a hoe\n  That smuthered the baby-mother mother-fucker you look like a lady-lover I'll tuck slap her, dap\n  Her, plus clap her tell her drink come get drunk it's nut cracker and it's well known that Rell\n  Home yup!! hit E.T up on the cell phone as ya' family dies and my family rise call the network\n  Dipset family ties\n\n  They see me in that lavender tank you ravege ya' faint I was fort lauder you was saint ladder\n  Day saints whips get lavered in paint ride wit' the rappers, scrap wit' the actors, cap back abra\n  Cadabra and I'm apalled think that we hit all comfortable me and more these rappers all theodore\n  Huxdable they mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor auction coke to the coppers glocks in the\n  Locker and who you supposed to be get hung from the roseries call me C.O.D that's coke and them\n  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\n  Ya' drugs in the air give a toast to me pump that dip in ya' veins get dope like me fuck Kerry\n  And Bush you should vote for me for-real nigga on the real the last hope is me!\n"},{"id":18289770,"name":"Family Ties (Featuring Nicole Wray","trackName":"Family Ties (Featuring Nicole Wray","artistName":"Cam'ron","albumName":"Purple Haze","duration":257.880816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\nIt's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\nThis ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\nPimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\nOkay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\nRight where you stay or where you stayed\nThat 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\nUnload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\nHold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\nFor 9 years the Spain had to time share\nBack to time square, I got dimes here\nBy the port authority but I got more authority\n\nYour girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\nReporters report me, how she report to the orgy\nBut it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nFrom the back of the cop ride\nThe black on black, black when we cop rides\nI will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\nNow she's cock eyed\n(Da da do)\n\nFrom whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\nSanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\nEighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n(Da da do)\n\nI ain't talkin' the Pocono's\nI'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\nYou get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\nWe break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\nFuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\nTwo pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\nOne house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\nI'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\nAnd I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\nMotherfucker you look like a lady lover\nI'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\nTell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\nAnd it's well known that Rell home, yup\nHit E.T. up on the cell phone\nAs your family dies and my family rise\nCall the network, Dipset, family ties\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nYou see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\nI was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\nWhips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\nScrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\nAnd I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\nMe a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\nThey mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\nAuction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\nAnd who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\nCall me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\nSome O.D.B. off them O'z of D\nI ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\nPut your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\nPump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\nFuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\nFor real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\nWe in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\nNever alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\nWe hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\nWe step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Ties (Featuring Nicole Wray\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 257881\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"},{"id":24994101,"name":"Family Ties (Feat. 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Nicole Wra\n  artist: Cam'ron\n  album: Purple Haze\n  duration_ms: 257933\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide\n  It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride\n  This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance\n  Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp\n\n  Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet\n  Right where you stay or where you stayed\n  That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed\n  Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap\n\n  Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that\n  For 9 years the Spain had to time share\n  Back to time square, I got dimes here\n  By the port authority but I got more authority\n\n  Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me\n  Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy\n  But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  From the back of the cop ride\n  The black on black, black when we cop rides\n  I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose\n  Now she's cock eyed\n  (Da da do)\n\n  From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon rolyce\n  Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough\n  Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes\n  (Da da do)\n\n  I ain't talkin' the Pocono's\n  I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go\n  You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know\n  We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio\n\n  Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens\n  Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'\n  One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'\n  I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens\n\n  And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother\n  Motherfucker you look like a lady lover\n  I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her\n  Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker\n\n  And it's well known that Rell home, yup\n  Hit E.T. up on the cell phone\n  As your family dies and my family rise\n  Call the network, Dipset, family ties\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint\n  I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints\n  Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers\n  Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra\n\n  And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable\n  Me a more, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable\n  They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor\n  Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker\n\n  And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries\n  Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D\n  Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D\n  I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me\n\n  Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me\n  Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me\n  Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me\n  For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me\n\n  We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by\n  Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n\n  We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us\n  We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties\n  (Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)\n"}]