Dipset / Lox - The Diplomats, The Lox

It go, ta-ta-ta-ta-tah-tah

Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah-tah

That’s how it sound when I walk in

Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah-tah

The floor light up, I’m with Billie Jean, nigga

Look, we the Dips, Freekey, Juelz, where Capo at?

Y’all just dip salsa, where the nachos at?

(Where?)

In the jungle, same place they killed Pablo at (Pitiful)

We handle beef with shells, that’s a taco fact (Chyeah)

Pulled a gun on Zeek, he say, «What y’all gon' do with that?»

(Fuck is up?)

They shot him, he smiled, they said, «Who is that?»

(Who's this?)

Understandin' niggas ain’t understand my vision (No)

Now the Panoram' surround Cam, pardon my mannerism (Hello)

Excuse my hand, two hunnid inside the band

Don’t look directly in it, you’re bound to get a aneurysm (Death)

Crib in Florida (Florida), six corridors (Yes)

All marvelous, room for the gardeners (Haha)

Ah, niggas lettin' the lead go (Pow)

Mighta thought he was Drew the way he bled so

All on Instagram live lettin' the Feds know

Now you inside writin' books, lettin' your dreads grow (Uh)

One hell of a run and we still runnin' (Run)

The money’s on climax and still comin' (Yeah)

When your account start changin', you feel somethin' (Yeah)

I used to window shop, now I could build somethin' (Yes)

Buy a lot of kicks and love to gamble (That's it)

My SUV is the new Lambo (Turbo)

Politics is gettin' serious (Haha)

Diplomatic immunity, livin' off experience

Ayy, let the beat drop, Dipset, D-Block

This that straight comeback, no re-rock (Beat drop)

Kush got me higher than a treetop

Your girl put my dick in her mouth and did the beatbox (Ah)

Get her hot, teapot

Pockets lookin' like they got speed knots

Naughty sweats, Reeboks

Fur draggin' like a Ewok

Race back to back, look like Star Wars when we speed bop

West side to East side, we ride (Ride)

No top, gettin' dome, gettin' blown while I breeze by

Watch look like I’m tryna freeze time

Drippin' water like I deep-sea dive

Jeans cost a stack, they ain’t Levi’s

Screamin' when we see cops

A-B-C-D-E-F you, out the G ride

1942, these ain’t cheap shots (Nah)

Amsterdam to Nepperhan, we got the streets locked

Niggas shoot the heavy guns, shoot in front of anyone

Who lookin' to die when this Henny done?

(Who lookin' to die?)

I’m hoppin' out this European gettin' in this hooptie

'Cause they let that shit ring when the semi come (Let it ring)

They call me David, I wave it like it’s a flag, it’s a mag in it

And yeah, I’m squeezin' off everyone (Squeezin')

I’m playin' Dip while I dip in the whip (Skrrt)

To the set where you slip in the clip

They in check, are they gettin' you hit?

(Check)

I get a check from the shit that I kick (Hahaha)

My left hands went in air, yeah, splittin' your lip

Need a poppy field like snell, fuck gettin' the brick (Fuck that)

L-O-X, we just stick to the script and keep it clique, what

That nigga Cam, that’s my brother like my mother’s kid

I’m a old dirty bastard but I love the kids (Wu-Tang)

I be parkin' foreign cars where the gutter is (Harlem)

How you from Harlem, don’t know who Huddy is?

(Huddy)

And when we got richer than Rich and them

So much money that the Feds wanted to picture them

Shit, you know Rollies with a dab of ranch (See that)

Woulda run up on me if you had the chance (Wish you would)

Uh, new condo, four rooms in it (Check my stats)

Copped the Bentley truck, there’s more room in it

So I could pull up to the club with more goons in it

Shit, the Wraith got the stars, I need the moon in it

Shit, you come to New York, you know what it is, nigga

Dipset, D-Block, bitch

Donnie, yeah

Ayo, I’m on some other shit

Fuck me too, smack your mother shit

Clap off, want the same years that my brother get (Facts)

Royalty, never broke up, shit is loyalty

Contracts, big deals, the money never spoiled me

Black nine, black fatigue, lyrically a different league

Been high since limelight tunnel, Mr. Seein' Speed

D-Block, hood love, gun underneath your chin

Holes in your Make America Great hat again

A lot of fans, tour bus, more than yours, forty plus

Bar for bar, L-O-X nothin' for us to discuss

We miss you Pic, you’da told these rap labels to get off our dick

D-Block, Dipset, ain’t no other clique, shit