Red Cafe - Diddy Bop (Remix) Lyrics

[Fabolous:]
Yeah I'm back diddy boppin' so when they see a pimp
They ask "how the leg"? I tell'em you see a limp?
Nigga hit below me that's why they hit me low
If I did it by the book they would get me though
A fat boy will get you quicker than Britney dough
I'm OJ, cause the glove don't fit me so
I'm in a different world girls like Whitney yo
Few jelisa's couple denises
Few patron's couple of geeses
Dwayne wayne it, we flip glasses up
Watching them close, keep the eyelashes up
Cause they say the snake slip, but when the grass is up
I don't dance, but my wrist down sometime
Rocks are like Ciara and Chris Brown Combined
Ashton Kuska, pass for Usher
Omarion finger, R&B blinger

[Red Cafe:]
Yeah I'm back from the west, what else? I'm coming home
With nothing but B's around me like a honey comb
Nothing but, G's young boy, money grown
Quarter Mill cash, shorty you need a loan?
What else? A murder, murder, murder, murder, murder murder
Any fool toy with the arm and hammer twirler
I don't know how to dance I'm a smith serma
I just float across the screen like I'm a cursor
Before the freeze man, I was the weed man
Had the chocolate and the browns like I'm from Cleveland
S D on my neck, 41 deep
With 2 clips, Arm and Hammer got it for cheap
Sweep through in the Charger looking like Ladainian
Tomilson, wrist wear color titanium
Hamilton? We don't do that, we do franklin's
Fulton, Flat Bush, Brooklyn Anthem!

[Kardinal Offishall:]
Kardinal! I don't know how to dance
But I'm killing that wop while I'm saggin' my pants
You can't tell I'm a foreigner from just one glance
Cool yourself, and I don't take that chance
From the 718 to the 416
Off of shells like an AK up in the Mix
Stunt right through the back and we don't play with kids
You know seven, let me show you what hip-hop is
It's a whole lot of novel with a little bit of skill
Like a video chick with a little E-grill
I'm a big refill rap needed a re-up
I'm here so celebrate, I'll twist your weed up
This what happens when T.Dot in Brooklyn meet -up
And the rude boys think I'm from shotta freed up
Hip-hops dead but the money's still real
Count all us back, T now how ya feel

[Curren$y Da Hot Spitta:]
Sports coupe, Z on Lights
Sprain my finger, not a pinky on ice
Neck full of swingers I done bought the same piece twice
Difference city, difference club every single night
Trick what? Lace who?
That's ain't what spitta do
Got a lotta gals cause the dimples in my face cute
(Haha) I got a head full of waves too
Currents is so hot it's amazing that I stay cool

[Coco Chanelle]