The Diplomats - 40 Cal Lyrics:
[40 Caliber]
Aiyo, the heat do spray
Oh dough, too cheap, toupee
I just blow his wig off like a C2K
I don`t care what ya people say
When ya whole team f**s, call your crew B2Gay
What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray
Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that`s how a holiday
I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay
See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray
I`m a Dr. Dre, stacks is high
Ni**az comin` at me wrong, and I ask `em why
And they don`t have the right answer, like Allen I.
Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye
And get ya, squad aware, Harlem`s here
And if we ain`t got Roc on, we got Rob `Em Wear
Cardiare, army`s, safari gear
With coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair
Them my fiend ni**az
[Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber]
This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou`
Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild
Laugh, flows, crack on the stove
When you hear that 4-0, act like you know
[40 Caliber]
40, I can show you how to get a mean stack
Supply you with crack that`ll get your fiends back
Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch
And I`mma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya
Throw `em on the M track, that`s how I train doja`s
Broke ni**az lie and steal, I leave `em lyin` still
You got a watch, you dead, that`s time to kill
It ain`t right and when I show `em the iron pills
I`mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill
I buy out deals, why? `cause I rhyme reals
So don`t think it`s millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil`
I`m like a mind field, ni**az scared to step to me
Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me
See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe
Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consectively
[Chorus 2x]
[40 Caliber]
Touch my jewels, ni**az love to palm a grenade
My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs
Ya`ll know dudes from Harlem get paid
But I ain`t talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg
Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg`, have you cleaning my house
That`s the one way ya squad`ll be me
Sparkin` the gaze, like barbers that fade
I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves
I`m why ni**az smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father way
Just to make you go, farther away
`cause in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny
You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy
You mad my tom` heavy and fancy
Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family
Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam
F**k Sammy, call me Semi Sosa
[Chorus 2x]
Aiyo, the heat do spray
Oh dough, too cheap, toupee
I just blow his wig off like a C2K
I don`t care what ya people say
When ya whole team f**s, call your crew B2Gay
What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray
Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that`s how a holiday
I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay
See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray
I`m a Dr. Dre, stacks is high
Ni**az comin` at me wrong, and I ask `em why
And they don`t have the right answer, like Allen I.
Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye
And get ya, squad aware, Harlem`s here
And if we ain`t got Roc on, we got Rob `Em Wear
Cardiare, army`s, safari gear
With coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair
Them my fiend ni**az
[Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber]
This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou`
Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild
Laugh, flows, crack on the stove
When you hear that 4-0, act like you know
[40 Caliber]
40, I can show you how to get a mean stack
Supply you with crack that`ll get your fiends back
Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch
And I`mma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya
Throw `em on the M track, that`s how I train doja`s
Broke ni**az lie and steal, I leave `em lyin` still
You got a watch, you dead, that`s time to kill
It ain`t right and when I show `em the iron pills
I`mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill
I buy out deals, why? `cause I rhyme reals
So don`t think it`s millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil`
I`m like a mind field, ni**az scared to step to me
Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me
See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe
Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consectively
[Chorus 2x]
[40 Caliber]
Touch my jewels, ni**az love to palm a grenade
My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs
Ya`ll know dudes from Harlem get paid
But I ain`t talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg
Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg`, have you cleaning my house
That`s the one way ya squad`ll be me
Sparkin` the gaze, like barbers that fade
I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves
I`m why ni**az smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father way
Just to make you go, farther away
`cause in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny
You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy
You mad my tom` heavy and fancy
Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family
Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam
F**k Sammy, call me Semi Sosa
[Chorus 2x]