Purple Haze The Diplomats (Ft. Cam'ron)

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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!