[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 fron