Diplomats - Crunk Muzik (feat. Jim Jones, Cam'ron & Juelz Santana) lyrics
rate me[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 its 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 its 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, its 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
