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the diplomats - get down lyrics

(feat. cam’ron & juelz santana)

[juelz santana:]
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down wit the dip dip dip

now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down with the set set set

[cam’ron:]
k!lla, dipset lets go
i donât play thought i told you that
we patrol and load them gats
uh, sound like that nolia clap
hold the cap the jewelry, who is he the right grinder
i flip chyna white, ma this is white chyna
from china, seen china, gave the b-tch party pills
chick strip now we cl!cking like dorothy heels
f-ck the wizard of oz
i’m the wizard of harlem
izzy acky ya b-tch trust me
i go visit my problems (when)
maybe next year, maybe in a week or two
maybe when the beat is through, pop up peek-a-boo
huh, huh, yea dogg we been peepin you
yea the b-tch hide out ride out what she need to do (why’s that)
got the inside right from the outside
the outside get inside ya insides be outside
i dont care b-tch b-tch i declare rich (what are you)
i’m freddy jason mixed wit the blair witch
really candyman, call me candy cam
nose candy, candy paint color of candy yams
you a handy man, a family man
i keep revolvers cay out the jammy jam
this the jam so jam
i land on land, keep the c0ke fresh
yes surrand the grams
and the blue moon might go hand in hand
or fifty keys or better, cheddar my man my man

[chorus:]
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down wit the dip dip dip

now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down
now get down with the set set set

look, them boys are up to something again (thats right)
look, them boys are up to something again (thats right)
look, them boys are up to something again (thats right)
look, them boys are up to something again (thats right)
look, them boys are up to something again (thats right)

[cam’ron:]
you ballin you stuntin, oh wee flash ya cash
girls touch the floor now clap ya -ss
and pack ya bags, hit the ocean for me
back that a– up, slow motion for me
what up hombre
you mad i took mommy from jonge
to bombay all on my charm hey
ten-thousand, thats for one pizzy get busy
a hundred dollars thats for one grizzy no whizzy
forty-two bullets, thats for one sissy
im the drinkin but he’s the one p-ssy
when i shoot him in the bowels wit the
luger ruger shooter shooter do maneuver
blow the cooper troopers wit a smile
listen, i been a trooper for a while
you a p–per scooper smoking stupid budda like tical
and im past fake ma make ya -ss shake
i lay up on this sh-t just like a fast break

[juelz santana:]
up its me again
duck its me again
everybody get scared
aww f-ck its me again (aye)
you n-ggas dont wanna rump wit me again
see that double shot pump
get pumped and released again (yup)
told you f-cks we’d met again
told you get ya heater close
told you i was creeping and i keep the toast (bang)
d-mn look at chu now
slumped over n0body wants to look at you now (aye)

[chorus]

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