Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DJ Enuff Freestyle, artist - The Diplomats.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
DJ Enuff Freestyle |
Dip-Set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa |
Enuff let’s do it Killa |
Uh, Up and now murja it’s foul murder turkeys to cowburgers the code to al murder |
Child if you style or wild splurja |
Stay away o.k. |
Mr Giles a hurt ya I aint go to school stayed the hell at home |
In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes |
You was selling out I was selling homes |
Selling dreams to the phone I cam sell the tone |
In the science lab I mix mechemicals |
In silicone fella in the vanilla cone |
The school even play the recorder |
Now days he work for FEDS |
And plays his recorder |
You think he placing he taping his order |
Marking the bills j reed tasting the water |
We duc taping his daughter |
That’s the taping they taught us In addition add the eight and the quarters get it In addition ma, yeah you get it dog |
Gets it and ditch it kitchen wippen and flip it raw |
Get it all off the kitchen floor |
My bad is my bad the baddest ask me What i’m bitching for |
What i’m bitching for? |
Is to put the is in all |
Furs his or hers bitch go pitch it whore |
No disrespect mami, no disrespect at all |
In a year or two maybe youc an get a store |
You should honor my cor |
You wan’t a honda accord |
I’m trying to turn you into entrepreneurs |
That’s a real friend |
That’s a homie right right true |
I fell that is only right |
That I live the life of rally |
I done did knives in alleys pipes in rallys |
Now I catch flights to Cali |
Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudley |
She understands my life gets rowdy |
I’m the same say |
Prane day i’m icy outley |
Yo, Now I done been on both sides of the fence |
Now I done been on both sides of the gate survived and escaped |
Look at me now man i’m driving away |
Thinking about my old teacher who said I rot and decay (never) |
I go back and beep the horn at em Blowing that cheech and chong at em Yelling screaming the boy is platinum |
It all happens so fast |
They all imagine I crash |
But I did straight threw i’m bad |
Like Michael was see what the cycle does |
360- spin around, i'm the new kid in town |
Yeah it’s coming soldier, April the month it’s over |
Yeah your run is over |
The album is done I told ya What a classic I made, I look up see Cam |
See the game what a path that he made |
A beautiful mind trapped in the shade |
Cracking codes for the man |
Who only stand in the back of my brain |
At last I done came up in the? |
ay True author like the great doctor? |
was |
You can’t respect the amount jewels in this new wide movement |
If you don’t respect the amount of dudes in this too live movement |
Me and Killa, we like them, those two guys moving I-95 south dirty |
With them two pies moving moving |
Trying to crease out the lightning |
Trying to keep out the excitement |
But is hard in this bull-shit in this game |
Cause the secret indictments |
And you coke experimenters |
And you coke experiencers |
Be easy on the phone dog, cause you know the hearing us You styling them bitches |
Cause you know they serious |
Just picturing, it's so easy to draw |
Stop and freeze at them whores |
Then we speed off in cars |
Then we breezing the law |
Blowing that weed from my jaw |
G’s up hoe’s down |
EASTSIDE to by dog (EastSide) |
All the time man |
Thanks for even asking |
Or we be seen in apens |
In that pool house that hot tub with that steam relaxing |
And we be seen in action |
Keep them fiends collapsing |
And they thirsty and they nodding and the be? |
They see me my actions |
I cruise by in a beemer just laughing |
I let that rock and roll |
I coping poppy’s load |
It was like coping gold, I shut down poppy’s load |
I hit the strip dog |
I see the cops get load |
Now i’m living the life I got to stop and close |
Big cars big stars like it’s rock and roll let’s rock and roll |
Dipset this is Jim Jones man capo status |
Santana Killa The Don the album coming March nigga |
Diplomatic Immunity Enuff Heavyhitters happy birthday… nigga |
Zeekey where you at? |