The Diplomats - Dutty Clap lyrics

[Jim Jones] May been shifty, siz a nickle, pent me Will be that boy, up on the strip, try and stick me He from Harlem, down the bricks, then you know We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada Who rough harder, to go s**a ya ma-ma See? Blow the track out, just in the house now Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya What you checker? You running your lip? You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you sonofab**h 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 or 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 n***az is aggie From bricks in to hag me It's fishy and ba**y) [S.A.S.] 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 use 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 n***a Pon De River like Elephant Man [Chorus 2x] [Jim Jones] Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck What? Enter in the slave roots Fly til I die, like izzo in suade boots Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck Looks like New York in it's lights, c**aine 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]