Dutty Clap Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity Ii - Diplomats

May been shifty, siz a little pinkney 

Will be that boy, them 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 to go fuck ya mama 

See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now 

Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya 

What you checker? You running your lip? 

You get smoked like I'm blunting 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 or the stardom 

Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties 

Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see? 

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You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back 

You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy 

You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back 

You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy 

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, your 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 use on your street call you Chichi, man 

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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 track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy 

You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back 

You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy 

Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in ganka 

I'm rollin' that stanksta, 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'mma 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 track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy 

You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back 

You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track 

We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie 

From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy