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[Intro: Juelz Santana]<br />YEAH! EY! Dip-Set! Come on...<br />Black-out, lets do it...<br />Dip, dip-set!<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip-s<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip-s<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip<br /><br />[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]<br />Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)<br />Diggy dang, the dons with me<br />Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me<br />Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)<br />Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public<br />And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)<br />I'm the last of the best (best)<br />One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!<br />So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)<br />I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi<br />So don't fool with the click (EY!)<br />Don't fool with the Dips (EY!)<br />You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (EY!)<br />When that gun with the clip in (what)<br />Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)<br />At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (EY!)<br />You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (EY!)<br />I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (EY!)<br />Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ey..)<br />In half and please bring my cake back<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]<br />(You kow what the movements like)<br />(You know how movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid}<br />{High like space, .45 on waist}<br />[Verse 2: Jim Jones]<br />This is that bang, bang, bang<br />To my hooligan, gang<br />While you movin' them thangs<br />And ya toolies go bang (silence)<br />Call me Richochet Rabbit<br />Cause I click and spray matics<br />And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!)<br />Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)<br />'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground<br />In the hood he known as a Capo<br />To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)<br />Ok I know me some vato<br />Live the life movin' on patos (demelo)<br />Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)<br />I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)<br />This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m<br />If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun<br />This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa<br />If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)<br />This that uptop crunk<br />When the truck stop, dump<br />This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones}]<br />(You know what the movemets like)<br />(You know how me movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid (Killa)}<br />{High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist}<br /><br />[Verse 3: Cam'ron]<br />That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)<br />This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who<br />Gats in the truck<br />Platt, platt, pass to a duck<br />I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me<br />money muthafucka!?)<br />Ya'll reppin' that 5 still<br />I'm reppin' that 5 mill<br />Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)<br />Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish<br />Show you how to get that powder shit<br />Filed the fifth, get out of it<br />I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned<br />Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)<br />And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)<br />Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)<br />And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em)<br />And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy)<br />So tell Lucccyy (what)<br />That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)<br />I'm the 1 the rep the set<br />Left to left, death to death<br />You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...<br />Killa<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]<br />(You kow what the movements like)<br />(You know how movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid}<br />{High like space, .45 on waist}
New song lyrics
[Intro: Juelz Santana]<br />YEAH! EY! Dip-Set! Come on...<br />Black-out, lets do it...<br />Dip, dip-set!<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip-s<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip-s<br />Dip, dip, dip, dip<br /><br />[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]<br />Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)<br />Diggy dang, the dons with me<br />Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me<br />Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)<br />Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public<br />And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)<br />I'm the last of the best (best)<br />One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!<br />So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)<br />I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi<br />So don't fool with the click (EY!)<br />Don't fool with the Dips (EY!)<br />You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (EY!)<br />When that gun with the clip in (what)<br />Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)<br />At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (EY!)<br />You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (EY!)<br />I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (EY!)<br />Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ey..)<br />In half and please bring my cake back<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]<br />(You kow what the movements like)<br />(You know how movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid}<br />{High like space, .45 on waist}<br />[Verse 2: Jim Jones]<br />This is that bang, bang, bang<br />To my hooligan, gang<br />While you movin' them thangs<br />And ya toolies go bang (silence)<br />Call me Richochet Rabbit<br />Cause I click and spray matics<br />And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!)<br />Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)<br />'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground<br />In the hood he known as a Capo<br />To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)<br />Ok I know me some vato<br />Live the life movin' on patos (demelo)<br />Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)<br />I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)<br />This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m<br />If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun<br />This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa<br />If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)<br />This that uptop crunk<br />When the truck stop, dump<br />This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones}]<br />(You know what the movemets like)<br />(You know how me movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid (Killa)}<br />{High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist}<br /><br />[Verse 3: Cam'ron]<br />That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)<br />This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who<br />Gats in the truck<br />Platt, platt, pass to a duck<br />I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me<br />money muthafucka!?)<br />Ya'll reppin' that 5 still<br />I'm reppin' that 5 mill<br />Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)<br />Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish<br />Show you how to get that powder shit<br />Filed the fifth, get out of it<br />I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned<br />Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)<br />And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)<br />Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)<br />And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em)<br />And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy)<br />So tell Lucccyy (what)<br />That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)<br />I'm the 1 the rep the set<br />Left to left, death to death<br />You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...<br />Killa<br /><br />[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]<br />(You kow what the movements like)<br />(You know how movin', right)<br />(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)<br />{This is that get crunk move bitch}<br />{Get drunk stupid}<br />{High like space, .45 on waist}
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