Diplomats - Jamaican Joint [feat. Cam'ron And Juelz] lyrics
rate me..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go<br />
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[Cam'Ron]<br />
Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town<br />
Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around<br />
Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly<br />
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami<br />
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby<br />
Get it right, it's Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie)<br />
Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives<br />
Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi<br />
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye<br />
My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors<br />
On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors<br />
You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold<br />
We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl<br />
Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls<br />
Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds<br />
Killa!<br />
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[Chorus: Jim]<br />
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!<br />
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!<br />
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[Jim]<br />
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all<br />
Gettin closed by the jets<br />
I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death<br />
I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring<br />
Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem<br />
And rat roach infested, them black po's in vests's<br />
They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town<br />
That's where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side<br />
And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside<br />
With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums<br />
You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block<br />
The ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks<br />
Look i came up from that, cookin' that came from crack<br />
New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn!<br />
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[Chorus: Jim]<br />
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!<br />
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!<br />
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[Juelz Santana]<br />
I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta<br />
I squeeze more fire, call coppers<br />
Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be<br />
Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree<br />
We move with the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy<br />
Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys<br />
Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl<br />
I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet<br />
I wanna juice that girl<br />
Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see<br />
I wish a nigga would (aye)<br />
Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste<br />
When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse<br />
Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, high sky, ha ha ha im hot<br />
So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i don't know why<br />
Whoaa...<br />
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[Chorus: Jim]<br />
So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo!<br />
Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute<br />
Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high<br />
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
