MP3: Diplomats-Dipset, dipset, dipset
Interpret: Diplomats
Skladba: Dipset, dipset, dipset
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Rok: 2005
Žánr: Hip-Hop
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  Text skladby: Diplomats-Dipset, dipset, dipset
Yeah, Dipset Oh, come on, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you through this, Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, I'm back at it, come on
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase So go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' 'til November I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up, please Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up, please Yeah I see a town I'm likin' See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it Like it's my block now, all right kid? He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out and ranged out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin', what? Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin' And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it, hey
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math
Now I see death around the corner, gotta stay high Will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah Four five semi on the side, yeah, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year so
Okay, okay, okay Y'all can't fuck with me, no way, what? Jose or Hector Camacho Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before, I should y'all before
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math
I'm on the West side of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! You stay in touch now but when I tough down I'm like Buckshot shorty, duck down
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now? Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband That shit is disgusting Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothing To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flippin' the channels, watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles, listening to gangsta music I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math
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