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    The Diplomats / Lyrics

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    "Purple Haze" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Cam'ron

    track 4 on disc 2
    Diplomatic Immunity [2003]
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    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

    [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
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Dorothy Moore, Cameron Giles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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