Jamaican Joint Lyrics - Singles - Diplomats

..Killa, Jones, Jones, Let's Go 

[Cam'Ron] 

Clowns don't come around, pound pounds i pump in town 

Do like House of Pain, Kriss Kross, jump around 

Jumpin' down, stuntin style, over those I polly 

Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami 

We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's booby 

Get it right, its Emilio Pucci, hoochie (hoochie) 

Write for sci-fi, i'll be pipin' five pies, the cat went like the nine lives 

Ten halves, five pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi 

That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye 

My fitted's touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors 

On the yacht with glocks, we sum thug sailors 

You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold 

We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl 

Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls 

Slow toes, im so cold, my dough folds 

Killa! 

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[Chorus: Jim] 

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! 

Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo! 

[Jim] 

So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all 

Gettin closed by the jets 

I learned my code from the set, I took my oath to the death 

I risked the quarter to bing, I bet this forty a ring 

Cams from the 40th wing, the westside of harlem 

And rat roach infested, them black po's in vests's 

They stack most impressive, ride through Tana's town 

Thats where them grams be found, breeze through the broadway side 

And where they always reside, and so much raw yay, You know all them boys be outside 

With them sirens and guns, all the noise be outside, And yes we scour the slums 

You know our toys be outside, co-co boy to ride, Five-hundred thou on the block 

the ones when we ride on the block, pumpin them bow's for the rocks 

Look i came up from that, cookin' that came from crack 

New boys shinin' man, New York's ryder man, look how I got'em Damn! 

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[Chorus: Jim] 

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! 

Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo! 

[Juelz Santana] 

I'm a, boy shotta, born poppa, y'all liars, y'all notta 

I squeeze more fire, call coppers 

Hear that, pumper squeeze, yeah that, pumper be 

Shoved in your mouth for talkin' all the fuck-a-ree 

We move with the toon boy, we shoot'em and move boy 

Yes you could say we are the Rudest of rude boys 

Move that, do that, juke that girl, who dat who dat who dat girl 

I wanna meet her, i wanna see her, i wanna skeet skeet 

I wanna juice that girl 

Grippin good, pimpin good, livin' good, shit is good, test me, lets see 

I wish a nigga would (aye) 

Y'all kids is a waste, when i spark clips is a waste 

When alcoholics spit in your face, quick get a tatse 

Nigga i ride, how i drive, how i fly, high sky, ha ha ha im hot 

So high, so fly, float by, oh why, oh my, and i dont know why 

Whoaa... 

[Chorus: Jim] 

So get your parachute, and row your boat nigga 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! 

Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute 

Signal your plane, yes we get on them planes and fly high 

Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!