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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
Juelz Santana
Juelz Santana
Vocals
The Diplomats
The Diplomats
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Gregory Green
Gregory Green
Songwriter
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Songwriter
LaRon James
LaRon James
Songwriter
Lloyd Geneve
Lloyd Geneve
Songwriter
Seon Thomas
Seon Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Blackout Movement
The Blackout Movement
Producer

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 Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' harming me Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck 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 shit (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 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 me cake back You kow what the movements like You know how movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, forty five on waist You know what the movements like You know how movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, forty five on waist This is that bang, bang, bang To my hooligan, gang While you movin' them thangs And ya toolies go blast (silence) Call me Richochet Rabbit Cause I click and spray matics And my niggaz 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!) Ain't gotta know me some vato In the heights to move on some pato (demelo) Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it tato (meda) I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan) This that nine double one, with a nine double m If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun This that o trizzy one, triple oh, 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) You know what the movemets like You know how me movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, forty five on waist 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 fuck Ya'll reppin' that five still I'm reppin' that five mill Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson five bill (so what!) Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou spent Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm (fifty thousand) 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 boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) I'm the one the rep the set Left to left, death to death You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched. You know what the movements like You know how we movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist You know what the movements like You know how movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .forty five on waist
Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Seon Thomas, Geneve, Laron James, Jim Jones, Gregory Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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