To Be a Diplomat 歌词
| 歌曲 | To Be a Diplomat |
| 歌手 | JR Writer |
| 专辑 | History in the Making |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brito, Hacker, Stokes | |
| Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh) | |
| Did my hundred miles and runnin | |
| Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea) | |
| [Verse] | |
| Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary (Diplomat) | |
| I did this crap from chicken scraps (whoa) | |
| I remember back flippin packs, mixin crack when (Diplomat) | |
| Wasn't even on my mind (mind) | |
| Fine rewind time when a G was on the grind and a (Diplomat) | |
| Wasn't there feedin me a dime (o.k.) | |
| Had to sit in the storm at six in the morn I been a (Diplomat) | |
| Ever since a nigga was born mars (lets go) | |
| I battled the best, dazzled the rest to be a (Diplomat) | |
| I done had to tackle some vets | |
| Yes, now it's true indeed who is he (who's he) I got Diplomatic Immunity (uhh) | |
| What can y'all do to me (what) | |
| I wasn't given a set, I had to give 'em my best | |
| They ain't just give me respect or ship me a check (stupid) | |
| It had a nigga in stress (why) cause Juelz just got signed (uhh huh) | |
| And you know Jimmy was next, so (what) | |
| In the mean time I was mobbin the streets (o.k.) | |
| Any cat come through getting robbed for his sneaks | |
| Shit I ain't have a dollar to eat (so what) | |
| So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke | |
| Like you don't know man I'm struggling (struggling) | |
| What y'all ain't feelin J (y'all ain't feelin me) | |
| Whattup with Killa (Killa) man I got bills to pay (word) | |
| And I'm tryin to avoid jail, trippin homes | |
| Hit his phone and it keep goin to the voicemail | |
| Zeke like relax, don't let it get to ya brain | |
| I know the shit seem insane but we done been through the same mang | |
| We ain't just land in the burbs, we had to scramble and swerve | |
| You know Cam is a man of his word, word (word) | |
| That's when I had to get my hand on a bird | |
| Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb | |
| It got dumb ugly, son trust me (trust me) | |
| Off the stoop, fuck the coupe shit the hoop small enough to be a punch buggy | |
| Those were the bad days (days) all in the gat play (blat) | |
| Car filthy, like we use the floor as a ash trey | |
| We ain't give a shit in the lane (no) like the whip was a Range | |
| On top of that we was sick of the train ay (what) | |
| We used to sit in the rain (rain) | |
| My vision is vivid, dig it I lived it, nigga picture this pain mang (picture it) | |
| Way before we ever murdered it and brought a whip | |
| We used to have to walk from 30th to 45th (whoa) | |
| Sit on a stoop, sick with no loot (sick) | |
| On my rap shit when I had to get up with Gucc | |
| For a battle or a sypher I'm compatible to lifers | |
| Had to battle and to dazzle, ain't a cat you know that's nicer (whooo) | |
| That was battling for loot, battle for ya boots | |
| One or two cats got easy, started battles by the groups (I'm right here) | |
| Had to think like these battles still gon' have me on the stoop | |
| So I said while you battle I'll be passin by in coupes (eert) | |
| Now I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones (whoa) | |
| Yellin holla back hater (hater) the album is done (done) | |
| Two hundred out the gates (two hundred) two hundred in ya face (two hundred) | |
| Platinum plaques on Koch (uhh huh) true stuntin on you snakes | |
| Just rollin on some cake, I could show you what it takes to be a (Diplomat) | |
| [J.R. Talks] | |
| Come holla at me man |
| zuo qu : Brito, Hacker, Stokes | |
| Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock uhh huh | |
| Did my hundred miles and runnin | |
| Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail Chea | |
| Verse | |
| Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary Diplomat | |
| I did this crap from chicken scraps whoa | |
| I remember back flippin packs, mixin crack when Diplomat | |
| Wasn' t even on my mind mind | |
| Fine rewind time when a G was on the grind and a Diplomat | |
| Wasn' t there feedin me a dime o. k. | |
| Had to sit in the storm at six in the morn I been a Diplomat | |
| Ever since a nigga was born mars lets go | |
| I battled the best, dazzled the rest to be a Diplomat | |
| I done had to tackle some vets | |
| Yes, now it' s true indeed who is he who' s he I got Diplomatic Immunity uhh | |
| What can y' all do to me what | |
| I wasn' t given a set, I had to give ' em my best | |
| They ain' t just give me respect or ship me a check stupid | |
| It had a nigga in stress why cause Juelz just got signed uhh huh | |
| And you know Jimmy was next, so what | |
| In the mean time I was mobbin the streets o. k. | |
| Any cat come through getting robbed for his sneaks | |
| Shit I ain' t have a dollar to eat so what | |
| So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke | |
| Like you don' t know man I' m struggling struggling | |
| What y' all ain' t feelin J y' all ain' t feelin me | |
| Whattup with Killa Killa man I got bills to pay word | |
| And I' m tryin to avoid jail, trippin homes | |
| Hit his phone and it keep goin to the voicemail | |
| Zeke like relax, don' t let it get to ya brain | |
| I know the shit seem insane but we done been through the same mang | |
| We ain' t just land in the burbs, we had to scramble and swerve | |
| You know Cam is a man of his word, word word | |
| That' s when I had to get my hand on a bird | |
| Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb | |
| It got dumb ugly, son trust me trust me | |
| Off the stoop, fuck the coupe shit the hoop small enough to be a punch buggy | |
| Those were the bad days days all in the gat play blat | |
| Car filthy, like we use the floor as a ash trey | |
| We ain' t give a shit in the lane no like the whip was a Range | |
| On top of that we was sick of the train ay what | |
| We used to sit in the rain rain | |
| My vision is vivid, dig it I lived it, nigga picture this pain mang picture it | |
| Way before we ever murdered it and brought a whip | |
| We used to have to walk from 30th to 45th whoa | |
| Sit on a stoop, sick with no loot sick | |
| On my rap shit when I had to get up with Gucc | |
| For a battle or a sypher I' m compatible to lifers | |
| Had to battle and to dazzle, ain' t a cat you know that' s nicer whooo | |
| That was battling for loot, battle for ya boots | |
| One or two cats got easy, started battles by the groups I' m right here | |
| Had to think like these battles still gon' have me on the stoop | |
| So I said while you battle I' ll be passin by in coupes eert | |
| Now I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones whoa | |
| Yellin holla back hater hater the album is done done | |
| Two hundred out the gates two hundred two hundred in ya face two hundred | |
| Platinum plaques on Koch uhh huh true stuntin on you snakes | |
| Just rollin on some cake, I could show you what it takes to be a Diplomat | |
| J. R. Talks | |
| Come holla at me man |
| zuò qǔ : Brito, Hacker, Stokes | |
| Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock uhh huh | |
| Did my hundred miles and runnin | |
| Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail Chea | |
| Verse | |
| Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary Diplomat | |
| I did this crap from chicken scraps whoa | |
| I remember back flippin packs, mixin crack when Diplomat | |
| Wasn' t even on my mind mind | |
| Fine rewind time when a G was on the grind and a Diplomat | |
| Wasn' t there feedin me a dime o. k. | |
| Had to sit in the storm at six in the morn I been a Diplomat | |
| Ever since a nigga was born mars lets go | |
| I battled the best, dazzled the rest to be a Diplomat | |
| I done had to tackle some vets | |
| Yes, now it' s true indeed who is he who' s he I got Diplomatic Immunity uhh | |
| What can y' all do to me what | |
| I wasn' t given a set, I had to give ' em my best | |
| They ain' t just give me respect or ship me a check stupid | |
| It had a nigga in stress why cause Juelz just got signed uhh huh | |
| And you know Jimmy was next, so what | |
| In the mean time I was mobbin the streets o. k. | |
| Any cat come through getting robbed for his sneaks | |
| Shit I ain' t have a dollar to eat so what | |
| So I got mad and sat on the phone for two hours with Zeke | |
| Like you don' t know man I' m struggling struggling | |
| What y' all ain' t feelin J y' all ain' t feelin me | |
| Whattup with Killa Killa man I got bills to pay word | |
| And I' m tryin to avoid jail, trippin homes | |
| Hit his phone and it keep goin to the voicemail | |
| Zeke like relax, don' t let it get to ya brain | |
| I know the shit seem insane but we done been through the same mang | |
| We ain' t just land in the burbs, we had to scramble and swerve | |
| You know Cam is a man of his word, word word | |
| That' s when I had to get my hand on a bird | |
| Call my cousin Nino up, go handle some herb | |
| It got dumb ugly, son trust me trust me | |
| Off the stoop, fuck the coupe shit the hoop small enough to be a punch buggy | |
| Those were the bad days days all in the gat play blat | |
| Car filthy, like we use the floor as a ash trey | |
| We ain' t give a shit in the lane no like the whip was a Range | |
| On top of that we was sick of the train ay what | |
| We used to sit in the rain rain | |
| My vision is vivid, dig it I lived it, nigga picture this pain mang picture it | |
| Way before we ever murdered it and brought a whip | |
| We used to have to walk from 30th to 45th whoa | |
| Sit on a stoop, sick with no loot sick | |
| On my rap shit when I had to get up with Gucc | |
| For a battle or a sypher I' m compatible to lifers | |
| Had to battle and to dazzle, ain' t a cat you know that' s nicer whooo | |
| That was battling for loot, battle for ya boots | |
| One or two cats got easy, started battles by the groups I' m right here | |
| Had to think like these battles still gon' have me on the stoop | |
| So I said while you battle I' ll be passin by in coupes eert | |
| Now I style in the slums, Italian Air Ones whoa | |
| Yellin holla back hater hater the album is done done | |
| Two hundred out the gates two hundred two hundred in ya face two hundred | |
| Platinum plaques on Koch uhh huh true stuntin on you snakes | |
| Just rollin on some cake, I could show you what it takes to be a Diplomat | |
| J. R. Talks | |
| Come holla at me man |
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