Dutty Clap

The Diplomats

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    [S.A.S. - Mega]
    May been shifty, siz a little pickney
    Will he be that boy, dem 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, so go fuck ya ma-ma
    See? Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now
    Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
    What you checker? You running your lip?
    You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff, you
    sonofabitch
    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 and the stardom
    Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
    Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?

    [Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.)]
    You with me, then clap clap
    Keep moving yor back back
    You doing it like that that
    Stay and two in the track
    We flipping them baggies
    My niggaz is aggie
    From Brixton to Hagney
    East Finchley Apache

    [S.A.S. - Mayhem]
    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 youths on your street call you Chichi, man
    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

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    [Chorus 2x]

    [Jim Jones]
    Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in ganka
    I'm rollin' that stank stuff, 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

    [Chorus 2x]

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    Composición: S. Williams y A.J. Lewis

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