Diplomats - Dutty Clap lyrics
rate me[Jim Jones]<br />
May been shifty, siz a nickle, pent me<br />
Will be that boy, up on the strip, try and stick me<br />
He from Harlem, down the bricks, then you know<br />
We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno<br />
Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada<br />
Who rough harder, to go sucka ya ma-ma<br />
See? Blow the track out, just in the house now<br />
Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya<br />
What you checker? You running your lip?<br />
You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you<br />
Sonofabitch<br />
This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way<br />
Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi<br />
Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta<br />
In love with fame or the stardom<br />
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties<br />
Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?<br />
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[Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.)]<br />
You with me, then clap clap<br />
Keep moving yor back back<br />
You doing it like that that<br />
Stay and two in the track<br />
(We flipping them baggies<br />
My niggaz is aggie<br />
From bricks in to hag me<br />
It's fishy and bassy)<br />
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[S.A.S.]<br />
Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on<br />
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone<br />
Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow<br />
Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of<br />
Sneezies man, believe me man<br />
I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan<br />
Your crew sweet like a ishi man<br />
That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man<br />
I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep<br />
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks<br />
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat<br />
'cause I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet<br />
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake<br />
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid<br />
Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam<br />
I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man<br />
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[Chorus 2x]<br />
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[Jim Jones]<br />
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta<br />
I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck<br />
What? Enter in the slave roots<br />
Fly til I die, like izzo in suade boots<br />
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck<br />
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets<br />
I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white<br />
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right<br />
I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars<br />
Outlaw all my life, police on my car<br />
'cause I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect<br />
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect<br />
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[Chorus 2x]
