Diplomats - Crunk Muzik (feat. Jim Jones, Cam'ron & Juelz Santana) Lyrics
[Intro: Juelz Santana]YEAH! AY! Dip-Set *****! Come on...Black-out, lets do it...Dip, dip-set!Dip, dip, dip, dip-sDip, dip, dip, dip-sDip, dip, dip, dip[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)Diggy dang, the dons with meKilla, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming meCapo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to ***** wit (yop)Labeled and known as a young Pac to the publicAnd me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)I'm the last of the best (best)One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon JoviSo don't fool with the click (AY!)Don't fool with the Dips (AY!)You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!)When that gun with the clip in (what)Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summama*****es (AY!)You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!)I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!)Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!)In half and please bring my cake back[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] (repeat 2x)1. You kow what the movements like1. You know how movin', right1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight2. This is that get crunk move *****2. Get drunk stupid2. High like space, .45 on waist[Verse 2: Jim Jones]This is that bang, bang, bangTo my hooligan, gangWhile you movin' them thangsAnd ya toolies go bang (silence)Call me Richochet RabbitCause I click and spray maticsAnd my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!)Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) groundIn the hood he known as a CapoTo the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)Ok I know me some vatoLive the life movin' on patos (demelo)Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double mIf its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have funThis that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoaIf you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)This that uptop crunkWhen the truck stop, dumpThis where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones]1. You know what the movemets like1. You know how me movin', right1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight2. This is that get crunk move *****2. Get drunk stupid (Killa)2. High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist[Verse 3: Cam'ron]That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-whoGats in the truckPlatt, platt, pass to a duckI'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the ***** (You owe memoney mutha*****a!?)Ya'll reppin' that 5 stillI'm reppin' that 5 millNeverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fishShow you how to get that powder shitFiled the fifth, get out of itI'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burnedLive *****, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em)And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy)So tell Lucccaay (what)That her *****i's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)I'm the 1 the rep the setLeft to left, death to deathYou be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...Killa[Chorus: 1. Juelz Santana 2. Jim Jones] (repeat 2x)1. You know what the movements like1. You know how we movin', right1. Move, cause we in the mood to fight2. This is that get crunk move *****2. Get drunk stupid2. High like space, .45 on waist
