Представляем точный текст композиции "Dutty Clap" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Diplomats (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dutty Clap» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Diplomats (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Diplomats (The) - "Dutty Clap"
Lyrics to Dutty Clap : [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 sucka 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 Im blunting 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 or the stardom Oh, now whats 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 bricks in to hag me Its fishy and bassy) [S.A.S.] Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink its 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 Im off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan Your crew sweet like a ishi man Thats 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 Im thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet I aint conceited, believe it, Im just fillin Im jake The pull Benz, got the gat and Im feelin the kid Yo, Im good to go, and its evident fam I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man [Chorus 2x] [Jim Jones] Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta Im 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, lets talk about ice, the chain on my neck Looks like New York in its lights, cocaine on my jets Im a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right Imma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars Outlaw all my life, police on my car Cuz I dont pause for the light, I dont show no respect Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect [Chorus 2x] [ Dutty Clap Lyrics ]
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