1. The by far most popular group called The Diplomats (also known as Dipset) are a Harlem, New York-based group who previously signed to Roc-A-Fella Records, but now are signed to own label Diplomats Record. Founded by rappers Cam'ron and Jim Jones, the group released their debut album Diplomatic Immunity under their imprint Diplomat Records.
Diplomat Records also distribute artist Cam'ron through Asylum Records. Under Koch Entertainment, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, 40 Cal., Freekey Zekey, J.R. Writer, Hell Rell, Un Kasa and Jha Jha are also signed on as members of The Diplomats record label. London-based duo, S.A.S, are also part of The Diplomats. Another member, Jay Bezel, is signed to Sure Shot Records. The group's sophomore album Diplomatic Immunity 2 was released under Koch Entertainment. Juelz Santana currently is the only member still signed to Diplomat Records and Def Jam Records.
One of the defining elements of the Diplomats' music is the innovative slang they have incorporated into their lyrics. The broader hip-hop community has accepted and utilized many of their terms, including "doggie,", "no homo", "piff," "huff," "u mad?", "move the movement", "off' wit' Ya' Kufi Smacker", "goonies goo goo,", "duck tales", "family matters", and "coochie rap". They also coined the greeting, "What's Really Good?". Many of the rappers were signed, and were premiered in mixtapes, but the Diplomats did not become exclusive until 2003 with their cd Diplomatic Immunity. In previous music videos when Cam'ron was starting his career you could see fellow diplomats like Jim Jones or Freeky Zeeky. The Diplomats have also gained notable street credability through their mixtapes, especially in New York, and have made a small fortune through mixtape sales. They also have their own brand of Liquor, Sizzurp.
2. The Diplomats were a mid-90's pop band from Roanoke, Virginia Heavily influenced by Big Star.
3. The Diplomats is also an avant jazz project consisting of Rob Brown (as), Steve Swell (tb) and Harris Eisenstadt (d).
4. The Diplomats were a soul group of the 1960s from Washington DC, United States, very popular in the United Kingdom during the Northern Soul boom of the 1970s. They would later become the New York-based Skull Snaps.
5. The Diplomats were a short-lived British rock band from Yorkshire, who released a self-funded single during the Mod revival of the early 1980s: 'Memories Of You' b/w 'I'll Keep On Holding On' (the latter being a cover version of the Marvelettes' original. The Diplomats were fronted by Andy Welsh, who later joined The Scene.
DUTTY CLAP
The Diplomats Lyrics
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May been shifty, siz a nickle, pent me
Will be that boy, up on the strip, try and stick me
He from Harlem, down the bricks, then you know
We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno
Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada
Who rough harder, to go sucka ya ma-ma
See? Blow the track out, just in the house now
What you checker? You running your lip?
You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you
sonofabitch
This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way
Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi
Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta
In love with fame or the stardom
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?
(Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.))
You with me, then clap clap
Keep moving yor back back
You doing it like that that
Stay and two in the track
(We flipping them baggies
My niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me
It's fishy and bassy)
(S.A.S.)
Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow
Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of
Sneezies man, believe me man
I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan
Your crew sweet like a ishi man
That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man
I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam
I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man
(Chorus 2x)
(Jim Jones)
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta
I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck
What? Enter in the slave roots
Fly til I die, like izzo in suade boots
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
Outlaw all my life, police on my car
Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
(Chorus 2x)
The Diplomats' song "Dutty Clap" is a fast-paced and aggressive hip-hop track that showcases the group's lyrical abilities. The song's lyrics revolve around themes of street life, gang violence, and bravado. The verses are filled with boasts about their toughness and dominance in the game, with lines like "Who rough harder, to go sucka ya ma-ma" and "Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta."
The chorus repeats the phrase "clap clap" and urges listeners to keep moving and stay alert, with lines like "Keep moving your back back" and "Stay and two in the track." The song features a collaboration with United Kingdom hip-hop group S.A.S., adding an international flair to the track.
Overall, "Dutty Clap" is a high-energy track that showcases the Diplomats' skills as lyricists while also touching on the realities of street life in a way that is both gritty and raw.
Line by Line Meaning
May been shifty, siz a nickle, pent me
I may have been suspicious, but I was unaware at the time and he actually helped me
Will be that boy, up on the strip, try and stick me
He will be that guy lurking on the street trying to rob me
He from Harlem, down the bricks, then you know
He's from Harlem area and hangs out down the street where drugs are sold - this is a well-known fact
We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno
We buy cool cars and shoes, and enjoy playing card game Pinstrip Uno
Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada
Who wants to try and challenge the leader of the group, Mr. Don Dada
Who rough harder, to go sucka ya ma-ma
Who is tougher than me? I'll make you regret coming at me
See? Blow the track out, just in the house now
Look, I just blew up the music track in the studio while recording my verses
Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya
Someone is so scared, they've literally jumped out of their skin and we would shoot them
What you checker? You running your lip?
What's your deal? You're talking too much
You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you sonofabitch
If you keep it up, I'll smoke you like I smoke a blunt
This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way
This is a rough city, and if someone has a problem with us they'll come face us directly
Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi
We'll fire ammo at your place, then you'll start running away
Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta
We're the top shooters and in charge here
In love with fame or the stardom
People are either in love with becoming famous or just the idea of being famous
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
What can be done to fix all our problems?
Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?
Rap for sixteen measures, the audience wants more energy and passion
You with me, then clap clap
If you're on my side, show your support by clapping your hands
Keep moving yor back back
Keep moving backward slowly and cautiously
You doing it like that that
You're doing that in that particular way
Stay and two in the track
Stay and listen to the music beat with us
Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on
Start rapping when you see that the instrumental music track is beginning
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
I have the expensive jewelry that attracts everyone's attention and it disappears quickly
Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow
I'll run after you with a loaded gun, and you'll be finished when I use it
Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of
I'll aim a gun at you if you're messing around like Sonny Dames does
Sneezies man, believe me man
My people, trust me
I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan
I'm excited and have come up with a cheap plan to solve a problem
Your crew sweet like a ishi man
Your friends are weak like a weak dude
That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man
That's why your neighbors call you a coward
I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep
I'm highly respected in the neighborhood, do drugs in the jeep
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
Sitting back, sipping cognac, while you're worrying about women
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
I'm not joking around with the lyrics of my song
Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet
I'm well-dressed all over, from my hat to my shoes
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake
I'm not arrogant, trust me, I'm just confident
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
I drive a Mercedes Benz, carry a gun and confident in myself
Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam
I'm ready to go and it's clear to all my people
I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man
I'll leave my enemy scared and forever damaged, like Elephant Man
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta
I'm a gangster, act like a gangster, look like a gangster
I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck
I'm driving that bad car, with chrome all over it
What? Enter in the slave roots
What? Go back to a time of slavery?
Fly til I die, like izzo in suade boots
I'll remain wealthy and fly until I die, with stylish suede boots on my feet
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
Yes, let's talk about expensive jewelry, specifically the chain around my neck
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
It's shining like the New York City lights, and the white color resembles cocaine
I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white
I'll always be a New Yorker, and I have a new white Porsche
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
Who could imagine this life? Sometimes the wrong choices lead to the right results
I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
I'll be famous, and drive my cars quickly
Outlaw all my life, police on my car
I've been living as an outlaw for all my life, and the police are after me
Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect
I don't stop at stoplights, and I don't show any respect
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
The Diplomats are in Europe, and S.A.S. is connected with us
Contributed by Emma F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.