Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diplomatic Immunity, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 11.04.2018
Song language: English
Diplomatic Immunity |
| Uhh, the mighty Set |
| Santana, what’s up? |
| It’s more like a movement you need be in tuned with |
| Killa the Don, what’s good? |
| Heatmakerz, crack music, Dipset |
| (Diplomatic immunity… immunity… immunity…) |
| Uh huh, yeah we back |
| (Immunity… immunity…) |
| Huh, ya favorite neighborhood drug dealers, haha |
| (Diplomatic immunity) Jones! |
| Uhh, way before we was dropping knowledge on samples (listen) |
| We was, cutting raw when using bottles of samples (facts) |
| Few made it out, but I only recall a handful (couple) |
| Most got locked and turn to T-shirts and candles (fuck shit up) |
| In the, war zone where bodies pop up dead (Harlem!) |
| Big difference from the cops and the Feds (check that out) |
| A big difference from the (?) and drop head ('bout a hundred thou') |
| I told 'em use it as my casket if I drop dead (clean) |
| Money, Power and Respect is what The LOX said (Jada, what up?) |
| He showed a lot of lack of respect is what the cop said (fuck the cops) |
| Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page (click, click, click) |
| Grimy bunch with the .40s by the rib cage |
| In my 'jects we wanted to be this like Big Dave (R.I.P.) |
| I been buying Rollies since a kid’s age (my 9th one) |
| 4, 5, 6, hop in a 7 Series (bank style) |
| With drop top shit I can see heaven clearly (pray for me) |
| Tried to put 'em on the game, but they never hear me (stupid) |
| Maybe a text is the closest that you getting near me (woo!) |
| Shit, this life is so ferocious that it’s getting scary (ARRGGHH!) |
| And it’s hard to stay focused, my eyes is getting teary, uhh |
| (Rsonist, what up nigga) |
| Diplomatic immunity (Ayo Capo, what up man) |
| Immunity… immunity… |
| (This Wasted Talent shit, huh?) immunity… |
| Immunity… (Shit almost got wasted, uhh) |
| Diplomatic immunity |
| (We save that shit though) |
| Diplomatic immunity (yes!) |
| After I fuck, all these girls wanna score with me |
| Come get in tune with me |
| I’m shining like the sun, and girl you looking like the moon to me (Yes you are! |
| Your man a Goonie, scared to be in a room with me (that's a fact) |
| That’s detrimental (sure is) |
| I don’t deal with anything that’s sentimental |
| Had cocaine in a rental (Avis) |
| Nothing sweet, but all my suites are presidential (yup) |
| Dead presidents, I’m done with residential (why's that?) |
| What I mean, man, I bought my own zip code (oh!) |
| Leave me alone, I go flip mode (what's that?) |
| Don’t care if you black with a big nose |
| White with pink toes, just how the shit goes |
| The kid with the sick flow |
| Jewelry, got Bruce Leroy slash Slick Rick glow |
| Fuck is you negro… tuu, this shit is crazy |
| Diplomatic immunity, immunity… |
| Immunity… immunity… |
| Immunity… diplomatic immunity |
| Priest: Do you know what the fifth is? |
| Young Calogero: Yes, Father, I know what the fifth is. |
| The fifth is I refuse to |
| answer on the grounds that I’m not incriminated |
| Priest: The Fifth Commandment |
| Young Calogero: Thou shall not kill |
| Priest: That’s right. |
| Now, I want you to tell me what happened |
| Young Calogero: No, Father, I’m not telling nobody nothing |
| Priest: Don’t be afraid, my son. |
| Nobody’s more powerful than God |
| Young Calogero: I don’t know about, father. |
| Your guy’s bigger than my guy up |
| there, but my guy is bigger than your guy down here |