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