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.
Family Ties
The Diplomats Lyrics
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The black on black, black when we cop rides
I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs,
Dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed
From whippin the bacon rolls,
To outside whippin' the bacon rolls
Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough
Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes
I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go
You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know
We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio
Fuckin' liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens
Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'
One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'
I'll bring the diesel, won't see the Fuschnickens
And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother
Motherfucker you look like a lady lover
I'll tuck slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Tell her drink, come get drunk it's nut cracker
And it's well known that Rell home, Yup
Hit E.T. up on the cell phone
As your family dies, and my family rise
Call the network, Dipset, family ties
[Chorus]
You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint
I was fort louder, you was saint ladder day saints
Whips get lavender paint, ride with the rappers
Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra
And I'm applauded, thinkin' we ain't all comfortable
Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable
They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor
Auction, coke to the coppers, Glock's in the locker
And who you sposed to be, get hung from the rosaries
Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them Oser D
Some O.D.B. off them Oser D
I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me
Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me
Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me
Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me
For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me
[Chorus]
The Diplomats' "Family Ties" is a track that speaks of the gangster's lifestyle and the bond between individuals from the same group. The song touches on several topics, including drug dealing, material possessions, and even politics. The opening lines paint a vivid picture of the aftermath of committing crimes. The black on black "cop-ride" describes a police car that's transporting someone, probably one of the group members, after they have gotten caught. The lyrics then proceed to describe reckless behavior, such as "whippin' the bacon rolls," probably a euphemism for dealing drugs.
The song then transitions into a boastful tone with lines such as "I was fort louder, you were saint ladder day saints," which suggest that the artist is more influential than their peers. The lyrics take a political turn with lines like, "Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me," which indicate a disregard for the two-party system in America. The chorus emphasizes the group's unbreakable bond, and their willingness to ride for each other as they ascend to success.
Overall, the Diplomats' "Family Ties" are a tribute to the group's strong bond and their desire for more success, despite the many obstacles that come with living a gangster's lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
From the back of the cop ride,
We were just arrested and put in the back of the police car.
The black on black, black when we cop rides
The car was black, the cops were black and we were wearing all black.
I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs,
I'm confident and won't shy away from anything. Also, I'm flirting with a girl.
Dick on her nose, now she's cock-eyed
We had sex and now she can't focus because she's so into me.
From whippin the bacon rolls,
We used to cook drugs, specifically crack cocaine.
To outside whippin' the bacon rolls
Now we're selling drugs on the streets.
Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough
Sanai Lathan, a famous actress, knows that we're making money illegally.
Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes
You have so many holes in your shirt that it now looks like a Jamaican shirt.
I ain't talkin' the Pocono's
I'm not talking about a vacation spot like Pocono Mountains.
I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go
I'm talking about going to Aspen, a luxury ski resort.
You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know
If you try to cheat me, I know about it and you'll regret it.
We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio
If someone lies to us, their nose will be broken and they'll look like Pinocchio.
Fuckin' liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens
I don't trust liars and I'm willing to physically fight them.
Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'
I'm not interested in whatever you're selling, it's worthless to me.
One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'
I have a lot of money and I can afford multiple kitchens in my house, no need to complain.
I'll bring the diesel, won't see the Fuschnickens
I'll bring drugs and you won't even see the cops.
And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother
I don't trust women who have multiple children with different fathers.
Motherfucker you look like a lady lover
You look like a homosexual and I don't trust you.
I'll tuck slap her, dap her, plus clap her
I'll hit on a woman, give her a handshake, and then hit her again in a playful manner.
Tell her drink, come get drunk it's nut cracker
I'm telling her to drink something strong, called the Nutcracker, and get drunk with me.
And it's well known that Rell home, Yup
Everyone knows that Rell is always at home.
Hit E.T. up on the cell phone
I'm calling my friend E.T. on my cell phone.
As your family dies, and my family rise
As your family falls apart or dies, my family is prospering and succeeding.
Call the network, Dipset, family ties
Let's bring together our group, Dipset, like a family and succeed together.
You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint
I'm wearing a lavender tank top and it's so cool you might faint at the sight of it.
I was fort louder, you was saint ladder day saints
I was being more aggressive and you were being passive like a saint.
Whips get lavender paint, ride with the rappers
Our cars are getting painted lavender and we're driving them with other famous rappers.
Scrap with the actors, cap back, abra cadabra
We're fighting with actors and shooting them with guns, like magic.
And I'm applauded, thinkin' we ain't all comfortable
People are cheering for me but they don't realize that I'm not comfortable with this lifestyle.
Me and all these rappers all Theodore Huxtable
Like Theo Huxtable from The Cosby Show, we're all successful kids from successful families.
They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor
The parents of these rappers are all successful professionals in high-paying fields.
Auction, coke to the coppers, Glock's in the locker
We're selling cocaine at an auction and keeping our guns locked up in a locker.
And who you sposed to be, get hung from the rosaries
If you try to act like somebody you're not, you'll get hung from the rosary beads.
Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them Oser D
Call me Cash on Delivery, because I'm selling cocaine and Oxycodone.
Some O.D.B. off them Oser D
I'm feeling like Ol' Dirty Bastard after taking Oxycodone.
I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me
I don't care as long as they don't bother me or get too close to me.
Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me
Hold up your drugs and give a cheer to me, the one who brought you together.
Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me
Inject this drug and feel high like me, the leader of this group.
Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me
Don't vote for either Kerry or Bush, vote for me instead because I'm better.
For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me
Seriously, the only person who can save us now is me.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: CAMERON GILES, DARIO RODRIGUEZ, NICOLE WRAY
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