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The Diplomats
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What Is This (Featuring Jim Jones)
Diplomats Yeah, Killa What we gettin' ready to do is separate The men from the mice, pit from the poodles And the villains from the heroes
Dip set, bitch, you know what that means? You amongst the diplomat community This my man hell rell, he locked up He 'bout to come home, hit 'em Rell
By the time this shit touch the streets I'll prolly be shackled down on the bus wit' beats But I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway And let my vvs jewels blind your eyes anyway fucker
Y'all wanna be gangsta's listen to me After two years of teachin', you'll get your degree I took over blocks and put dope on it, coke on it Subbed niggas out and put them under my deodorant
Just like my speed stick nigga, I see chips quicker So hot, tomorrow I'm droppin' a remix nigga And yeah, your top on your six, go head drop that Just makin' it ways more easier to get popped nigga
Roll the haze, let's het higher and higher But G you sellin' me coke, i supplier, supplier They ask bout the flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire Y'all snitch niggas, y'all was hired to be wired
And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you Made a phone call, now I'm done wit' the issue Now all my gorillas gon' come through and get you And murk off in a double nickel the color of pickles
I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain Toe the two tone rugger and roll wit' da Dip game Y'all the type of niggas that will run from da rubble Holla if y'all want birds, I can front you a couple nigga
I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my niggas, this is what I do
I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my niggas, this is what I do
Shorty thought I had plans of spousin' her I just wanted to have sex on the couch wit' her Do it in the mouth wit' her Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south wit' her もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
I'm bout my scrilla, come fuck wit' your nigga And all these haters wanna buss at your nigga And try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the coogi This shit you gon feel in your bones
They ask if I'm down wit' the Roc, 'cause I be wit' Killa and Jones I just, put rocks on da block and rock rocks on my wrist Get you hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this Anybody I'm tossin', nigga this is hungry season
We stopped flossin' you and your mans is gettin' it Where's our portion? Killa, only reason they killas, when they buss in their hoes They make 'em ger abortions, smoke dro, flow awesome I got two guns, you got two guns, lets have a foursome
See I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it I'm giving out samples, go head try it it's terrific The crack head love me, females wanna hug me, kiss me Buy the whole pack wit crumbled up fifties
Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiens We gettin' all the money 'cause the dimes look like jellybeans A few blocks and locking key, but I need a world So it's time to lay pressure game down like Preacher Earl
Everybody pay up or get sprayed up This year, I'ma get my name back and my weight up Go see primo, razor blaid the plate up Make some packs and some workers And start rackin' cake up this is what I do
I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my niggas, this is what I do
I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my niggas, this is what I do
This is what he does Killa, Santana, Jim Jones Freaky, Tito here tonight Whole talaban, Brozzy
Forty-fifth side Diplomats man, see what we do man This is not a motherfuckin' joke Holla at your boy, that's seven digit cake, man
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