Diplomats

Diplomats - Crunk Muzik (Feat. Jim Jones, Cam'ron &… lyrics

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[Intro: Juelz Santana] <br />

YEAH! AY! Dip-Set bitch! Come on... <br />

Black-out, lets do it... <br />

Dip, dip-set! <br />

Dip, dip, dip, dip-s <br />

Dip, dip, dip, dip-s <br />

Dip, dip, dip, dip <br />

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana] <br />

Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy) <br />

Diggy dang, the dons with me <br />

Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me <br />

Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop) <br />

Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public <br />

And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh) <br />

I'm the last of the best (best) <br />

One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES! <br />

So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?) <br />

I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi <br />

So don't fool with the click (AY!) <br />

Don't fool with the Dips (AY!) <br />

You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!) <br />

When that gun with the clip in (what) <br />

Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop) <br />

At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!) <br />

You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!) <br />

I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!) <br />

Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!) <br />

In half and please bring my cake back <br />

[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] (repeat 2x) <br />

1. You kow what the movements like <br />

1. You know how movin', right <br />

1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight <br />

2. This is that get crunk move bitch <br />

2. Get drunk stupid <br />

2. High like space, .45 on waist <br />

[Verse 2: Jim Jones] <br />

This is that bang, bang, bang <br />

To my hooligan, gang <br />

While you movin' them thangs <br />

And ya toolies go bang (silence) <br />

Call me Richochet Rabbit <br />

Cause I click and spray matics <br />

And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!) <br />

Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!) <br />

'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground <br />

In the hood he known as a Capo <br />

To the goons and the heights it's all tato (TATO!) <br />

Ok I know me some vato <br />

Live the life movin' on patos (demelo) <br />

Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda) <br />

I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan) <br />

This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m <br />

If it's crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun <br />

This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa <br />

If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun) <br />

This that uptop crunk <br />

When the truck stop, dump <br />

This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump) <br />

[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] <br />

1. You know what the movemets like <br />

1. You know how me movin', right <br />

1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight <br />

2. This is that get crunk move bitch <br />

2. Get drunk stupid (Killa) <br />

2. High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist <br />

[Verse 3: Cam'ron] <br />

That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?) <br />

This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who <br />

Gats in the truck <br />

Platt, platt, pass to a duck <br />

I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me <br />

Money muthafucka!?) <br />

Ya'll reppin' that 5 still <br />

I'm reppin' that 5 mill <br />

Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!) <br />

Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish <br />

Show you how to get that powder shit <br />

Filed the fifth, get out of it <br />

I'm proud of it, it's yo' turn, Jim so burned <br />

Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000) <br />

And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?) <br />

Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops) <br />

And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em) <br />

And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy) <br />

So tell Lucccaay (what) <br />

That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) <br />

I'm the 1 the rep the set <br />

Left to left, death to death <br />

You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched... <br />

Killa <br />

[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] (repeat 2x) <br />

1. You know what the movements like <br />

1. You know how we movin', right <br />

1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight <br />

2. This is that get crunk move bitch <br />

2. Get drunk stupid <br />

2. High like space, .45 on waist

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