The Diplomats Crunk Music Lyrics
            Yeah! Ay! Dip-Set! Come on...
            Black-out, lets do it...
            Dip, dip-set!
            Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
            Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
            Dip, dip, dip, dip
        
            [Juelz Santana]
            Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
            Diggy dang, the dons with me
            Killa, he'll kill a n____ you thinkin' bout harming me
            Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to f___ wit (yop)
            Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
            And 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 Jovi
            So 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 s___ (Ay!)
            When that gun with the clip in (what)
            Start dumpin' and rippin', (yop)
            At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ay!)
            You give a chick hard d___ and bubblegum (Ay!)
            I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ay!)
            Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ay!)
            And have them please bring my cake back
        
            [Chorus:]
            [Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
            You know how movin', right
            Move, cause we in the mood to fight
            [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move b____
            Get drunk stupid
            High like s___e, .45 on waist
            [Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
            You know how movin', right
            Move, cause we in the mood to fight
            [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move b____
            Get drunk stupid
            High like s___e, .45 on waist
        
            [Jim Jones]
            This is that bang, bang, bang
            To my hooligan, gang
            While you movin' them thangs
            And ya toolies go bang (silence)
            Call me Richochet Rabbit
            Cause I click and spray matics
            And my n____z straight savage (Goonies!)
            Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
            'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
            In the hood he known as a Capo
            To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)
            And Okay I know me some vato
            In the life on movin on patos (demelo)
            Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)
            I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
            This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m
            If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
            This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa
            If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
            This that uptop crunk
            When the truck stop, dump
            This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)
        
            [Chorus:]
            [Juelz Santana] You know what the movements like
            You know how me movin', right
            Move, cause we in the mood to fight
            [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move b____
            Get drunk stupid (killa, dipset, lets go)
            High like s___e, .45 on waist
        
            [Cam'Ron]
            That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
            This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
            Gats in the truck
            Platt, platt, pass to a duck
            I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the f___
            (You ome me money m_________er!?)
            Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
            I'm reppin' that 5 mill
            Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)
            Lets style a bit, Italian s___, five thou-outfit
            Show you how to get that powder s___
            Filed the fifth, jet out of it
            My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
            Live b____, 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 b___i's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)
            I'm the 1 the rep the set
            Left to left, death to death
            You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched..
            Killa
        
            [Chorus:]
            [Juelz Santana] You know what the movements like
            You know how we movin', right
            Move, cause we in the mood to fight
            [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move b____
            Get drunk stupid
            High like s___e, .45 on waist
            [Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
            You know how movin', right
            Move, cause we in the mood to fight
            [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move b____
            Get drunk stupid
            High like s___e, .45 on waist
        
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