Diplomats - Birdcall [without L'il Wayne] lyrics
rate me[intro: Cam'Ron]<br />
Yo JR?, they've been waitin' for you dawg, they've been asking<br />
You ready? Dipset, Lets Go, Writer<br />
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[HOOK:JR Writer]<br />
To all my hustlers, Rock smugglers<br />
Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers<br />
What's the word ya'll, flip that herb raw<br />
Clap (Clap Clap) that's the bird call<br />
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If the cops are coming, get the hopping, running<br />
Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n<br />
Put away that herb raw, let's us know the word or<br />
Clap (Clap Clap) that's the bird call<br />
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[JR Writer]<br />
I still be with a weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit<br />
So much water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sick<br />
Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b's lips<br />
Down low like i'm tryna keep her a secret<br />
Acura on chrome, passing me dome<br />
Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home<br />
But I always keep a straggler that's known <br />
To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion Jones<br />
Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it<br />
Corner to the damn kitchen <br />
Gained a couple fans had to make a transition<br />
But i'm still in the hood like a transmission<br />
No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's half as nasty?<br />
I got it locked from here all the way to cackalacky<br />
But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy<br />
Shit this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me<br />
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[HOOK]<br />
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[Cam'Ron]<br />
Damn homey<br />
In high school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told me<br />
Shit, same ole cat, get his kangol clapped<br />
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame don't rap<br />
Shame on black, the game so wack<br />
Dame sonned you children<br />
From infront of ya building right to a hundred million<br />
Dead pimpin pimpin, dead actor doggy<br />
Get ya limp off pimpin, if they acting froggy<br />
Tell em' back up off me, I come down clap the 40<br />
Cal, that's a badder story, i'm not in my catagory<br />
Mess around, Dame held Def Jam down<br />
So pardon my back, jackin in em' left hand pounds<br />
Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck duck goose<br />
Pump pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down)<br />
It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly<br />
For green fetti, my whole team ready<br />
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[HOOK]<br />
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[Exit Verse: JR Writer]<br />
This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats<br />
Flippin all the hard and back, make em' catch a heart attack<br />
When u see the narc's attack, lemee know, start to clap<br />
(Clap Clap).. i'm outta here<br />
A star with a deal, shit pa be on chill<br />
The car is deville, it's real I'll pardon the grill<br />
It's foreign my nillz<br />
Cruise the city with the semi all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels<br />
Uh!<br />
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[HOOK]
