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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
The Diplomats
The Diplomats
Performer
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Juelz Santana
Juelz Santana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Gregory Green
Gregory Green
Songwriter
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Songwriter
LaRon James
LaRon James
Songwriter
Lloyd Geneve
Lloyd Geneve
Songwriter
Seon Thomas
Seon Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Blackout Movement
The Blackout Movement
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, aye
Dipset
Come on
Black=out, let's do it
Dip, Dipset
Dip, dip, dip, dip
Dip, dip, dip, dip
Dip, dip, dip, dip
[Verse 2]
Now this here is that bomb-diggy
Diggy-dang, the dons with me
Killa, a killa **** you think about harmin' me
Capo's corrupted, he's the wrong vato to fuck with
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, human crack in the flesh
I'm the last of the best
One word to describe me, spectacular, yes
So stay calm, shorty, when you see that palmed .40
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the clique
Don't fool with The Dips
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit
When that gun with the clip in
Start dumpin' and rippin'
At y'all head, y'all some dead son-of-a-bitches
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum
I give a chick a hard brick and Bubble Yum
Like here, take that, shake that, break that
Aye, in half and please bring my cake back
[Verse 3]
You know what the movement's like
You know how we movin', right?
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk, move, bitch
Get drunk, stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
You know what the movement's like
You know how we movin', right?
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk, move, bitch
Get drunk, stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Verse 4]
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan gang
While you movin' them thangs
And your toolies go bang
Call me Ricochet Rabbit
'Cause I click and spray 'matics
And my **** straight savage (Goonies)
Penelope Pump let off six whole rounds
'Fore one shell hit the ground
In the hood I'm known as The Capo
To the goons in The Heights is all tato (Tato)
Okay, I know me some vatos
The life of movin' on patos (Dimelo)
Ok, muchacho, they told me that you got it, paco (Mira)
Or no one movin' someone usually know we gon' pop you (Te matan)
[Verse 5]
This that nine-double-one
With a nine-double-M
If it's crime, let's have fun
Let's have fun, let's have fun
This that O-Trizzy-one
Triple O, whoa, whoa
If you scared, get your gun
This that up top crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop, chump
[Verse 6]
You know what the movement's like
You know how we movin', right?
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk, move, bitch
Get drunk, stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Verse 7]
Yo, that rooti tooti fruity Louie, what I usually do
This that jump, stop, breath, hootie-hoo
Gats in the truck, pat, pat, pass to the duck
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat-tat-tat, what the fuck?
Y'all reppin' that five still?
I'm reppin' that five mill
Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill
[Verse 8]
Let's style a bit, Italian in five thou' outfits
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed and flipped, then out of it
Not proud of it, it's your turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss on my wrist a glowworm
And I keep heat 'cause in these streets
Just hear, whoop whoop, wha wha, bee beep
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever
So tell Lucy
That her boobies loco, cookie monster, who he?
I'm the one that rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, Etch A Sketch
[Verse 9]
You know what the movement's like
You know how we movin', right?
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk, move, bitch
Get drunk, stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Verse 10]
You know what the movement's like
You know how we movin', right?
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk, move, bitch
Get drunk, stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
Written by: Cameron Giles, Gregory Green, Joseph Jones, LaRon James, Lloyd Geneve, Seon Thomas

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