Cam'Ron - Dipshits lyrics

rate me

Feat. A-Trak

(Intro)

Never thought they'd see this again

Here we go!

Killa Cam in the building

Dipset!

You know what it is

My man A-Trak

I feel something epic, no homo

(Verse: Cam'ron)

Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lyin'

I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even tryin'

I see these fuck boys hatin' on me

Been in the crib three years, they still waitin' on me

But I'm done with the frontin', I'm poppin' the trunk and pressin' the button

No stuntin', I'm dumpin' and pumpin' the pump

Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions

With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it

Popping a cap in the back of your cap

Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious

Mami backed up and said she see the difference

'You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance'

Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins

Call me 2 Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different

I'm different, you beatin'

Whacha doin' after this? Bitch, I'm leaving

Adios, vamonos

I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close

(Hook)

Uh, I know you miss this

It's still Dipset, you dipshits

Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit

Stay gripped, don't get your shit split

Uh, still push it and get it off

Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth

Uh, I know you miss this

Still Dipset, you dipshits

(Verse: Cam'ron)

Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read

Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread

Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread

Had this one girl squirtin' like a showerhead

Nine on the waist, 80 keys in the trunk

Stamp on the dope, 80 degrees o' funk

Reebok money, 80 degrees in the pumps

Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby

Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity

No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree

Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me

I'm Back to the future, still making history

(Hook)

Uh, I know you miss this

It's still Dipset, you dipshits

Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit

Stay gripped, don't get your shit split

Uh, still push it and get it off

Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth

Uh, I know you miss this

Still Dipset, you dipshits

(Outro)

I feel like rapping on this shit

First off, my name is Dame Dash

And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing:

I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside

And you know what that means?

That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do

That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe

You 'bout to feel that, pause

Harlem sticks together

So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back What's that shit y'all be saying?

Fool's Gold!

Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles

Might have to see Champagne Dame!