Текст (слова) песни: The Diplomats (J.R. Writer, Juelz Santan - Get Used to This

Dip Dip Dipset biotch
Dip Dip Dipset biotch
Dip Dip Dipset bitch

[J.R. Writer]
Yo I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered
I slaughter the slaughters and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target than spark it, and Pa you`ll be part of this target
From artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardless
Put your fate in his hands, there`ll be changin of plans
A man did, I did it from standin in rain wit a gram
Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit, D-12 don`t even know the name of my band
Man I`m just super fly, two for five, bake the bait
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I`m great, haters hate
Cubs come to paper chase, I`ve dealt with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin` Apes
OOH yeah hun, those them old Air Ones
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain`t never wear none
I`m a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums
No I`m not tellin` you where you can get a pair from
I`m sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain`t chu
A Picturin picture, just picture this picture I paint you
I`m swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle
You`ll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin with angels
I`m just doin` me jewelery, blue it be
Pimp`s ya pa, it`s J.R. hittin hard, soon you`ll see
Act a fool we`ll take you back to school like truency
So give me my respect, I`m the best true indeed

[Hook]
Excuse the Dips (please)
We movin` bitch (Move)
We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)
Our movements sick, your movements shit, that`s a fact have a nap and get
used to this(yeah)
Excuse the Dips (please)
We movin` bitch (Move)
We the truth, we the proof get used to this (yup)
Our movements sick, your movements shit, that`s a fact have a nap and get
used to this(yeah)

[Verse - 2]
Yo, I`m ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice caine
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe game
I can do a price change (why)
What I pack is crunk I don`t mean pass the Bronx when I say ya white plain
Look J is built, to let the eighty tilt
Gun brawl, one call, that`ll get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chill
Look here, I`m in fa mills and I ain`t talkin baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad
That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had
Hoes I scrap up and rag
Serious, shit I ain`t talkin periods when I say pussy stay in my path
I amaze `em like dag, you ain`t a killa please
That ain`t no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit seeds
I hit the Philipines across the river seas
O.C. for weeks where I don`t feel the breeze
So I got hefers, whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw
But I X`d them all
Get some head in the bed
then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door (out)
Just face it my nig`, you can`t stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many flavors ya dig
They just hate how I live, cuz the only time they see me
under the wing is when I`m in the basement of my crib

[Hook]

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