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.
Un Casa
The Diplomats Lyrics
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We would like to welcome y'all back
Dipset, bitch
Casa!
You heard that
It's only right (haha)
Oh yeah, let's go
I'm tryna fill four whole walls up with Warhols
Me fall off, four hunnid plugs in my call log
You lookin' at the motherfuckin' main event
I can write a rhyme, spit it out before I think of it
Record the whole album, get a mix, and won't play the shit
Blow my nose in hunnid dollars bills like a handkerchief
I'm the best that ever touched the mic, what'chu think this is?
We don't die, we multiply like the baby kids
Half you niggas frontin', you ain't even what you say you is
My old shit hotter than your latest shit
My old bitch hotter than your latest bitch
New Wraith, same color as potato skin
You play to win, I been nice since light dropped, paper thin
Bad bitches at the door, whores, let 'em in
Purple City days I was a Varsity Letterman
Pardon my etiquette, the God in his element
I get charge up for chargin' the medicine
Felony favors, my partners is predicate
Car come with curtains, the ride is so elegant
I'm flyer than you ever been
Motherfucker, you don't fly like a pelican
I'm mixed with cocaine and heroin
Get your stamp and your spoon for the medicine
Better than you've ever been
You niggas cannot fuck wit' me a little bit
You serious? I am what you fuckin' call a lyricist
It's vividness
Every bar I ever spit was intricate, commemorative
Verbally I'm syphilis with sentences that sink the shit you witnessin'
This is what the difference is
Intelligent is infinite, you motherfuckin' idiot
Intelligently edited to every fuckin' increment
Immune to your ignorant, belligerent deliverence
With limitless experience for you simpletons
I'm Diddy dancin' to the bank for the Benjamins
Fatigues and some Timberland, Promethazine and Ritalin
Marijuana magnificent and the meridian
Mastermind the millennium
Mathematics, maliciousness
Spittin' verbal so viciously, Femur then your tendons, see?
Lyrically, I am the gun that killed Kennedy
Bigger than any centipede, the world gon' remember me
Thirty chains, I gotta glow like Mr. T
I'm the best, yeah, I guess that was meant for me
Fuck Trump, that nigga a chump, don't mean shit to me
Power to the people, all my niggas take a knee
Bitch! Dipset!
Dipset, bitch!
Casa!
The Diplomats’ song Un Casa showcases the group’s notable talents in rap music with lyrics revolving around the lavish lifestyle they lead at the time. The song starts with a conversation between two members of the group - Cam’Ron and Juelz Santana - where Cam’Ron expresses his excitement to be part of the album Diplomat and his eagerness to get in the studio and record his part. The tone of the conversation is light-hearted, and they speak candidly about their on-going projects.
As the song progresses, Cam’Ron talks about his lifestyle, material possessions, and lyrical ability. He boasts about his skills in rapping and how he is one of the best rappers of their time. The lyrics describe how he lives his life with a lot of opulence and always has access to the best-equipped cars, jewelry, and clothes. He also references the Taliban, which was a term used at the time for the Diplomats’ close-knit group of friends in the music industry.
Overall, Un Casa is a classic Diplomats’ song that showcases their vibe and their ostentatious lifestyle. The lyrics are packed with one-liners, metaphors, and boasts that the group is known for.
Line by Line Meaning
It's a shame how I rap so bananas
I'm really good at rapping
It's Mr. Two-Gun Un
My name is Two-Gun Un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
Don't mess with us or you'll face the consequences
You might catch in the drop blowin' pop wit Santana
You might see me hanging out and smoking with Santana in a convertible car
The hawk on me's not from Atlanta
The gun I'm carrying is not from Atlanta
It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper
It's just the bigger version of the guns I have stored somewhere
Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
Be careful not to get caught by the police
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
I'm really good at rapping
And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
I can kill you with my guns
And go down south and rock wit them bamas
I'm going to perform in southern states like Alabama
And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
I'll come back in a yellow Porsche
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
My car seats are made of vanilla colored leather from Tropicana company
Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana
My car has great speakers and rims
This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
I'm a member of Taliban Dipset Rocafella group
It ain't nothin' for Two-Gun ta pop a fella
It's easy for me to shoot someone
Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
Killa Cam signed me to Diplomat and now I'm making money
I promised Hell Rell Un Cas gone rock forever
I promised Hell Rell I'll be a great rapper forever
Yo I'm living in the equinox
I'm living in a good time in my life
Niggas eat wit glocks
We always carry guns with us
Enough steel it'll cease the block
We have enough weapons to shut down the streets
Add yeast to increase the rock
We add drugs to make more money
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
I'm wise and can teach my father
Watch my pockets increase ta knots
I'm making more money and it's accumulating in my pockets
Play the low so I speak ta cops
I try to avoid the police and keep a low profile
Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and brocs
I walk around in style with my car and my clothes
Ice in my piece an watch
I have a lot of jewelry on me
Ain't too many niggas that can reach the top
There aren't many people who can be as successful as me
Or speak this hot
Or be as good at rapping as me
Peep this pop I leave you not
Watch how good I am at rapping and you won't be disappointed
I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
I'm really good at rapping especially on great beats
And teens'll flock
Young people will like my music and come see me perform
Seen my spot an seen my props
People recognize my talent and success
Red when you seen the cops
Be careful when you see the police
Got your wife suckin' semen cock
I can have sex with your wife
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster
I'm really good at rapping and I'm a member of Taliban group
They'll shout the city I conquer
I'll be famous for my music career
White Ice cinnamon Parker
My jewelry is made of diamonds and it looks good
Al Quiada's most vividest author
I write really good lyrics and I'm a part of Al Quiada group
Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up
My jewelry is worth a lot (one hundred thousand dollars)
45th sides prettiest monster
My car is amazing and has a lot of style
The truck look like the city of Tonka
My car is really big and looks great
Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers
Dame thinks I'm crazy and amazing at the same time
Whoa far as the flow I'm the realest nigga spittin' it
I'm the best rapper out there
Niggas talk hustle game but I'm really gettin' it
People talk about making money but I'm actually making it
Anything I want an need nigga I'm gettin' it
I can get anything I want or need
745 Gucci top wit the stick in it
I have a really nice car with a Gucci top and a gun in it
The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin' in
My jewelry is expensive and looks great
I ain't Diddy why yall but I'm strictly for the Benjamins
I'm not like Diddy, but I'm all about making money
I'm the boss I ain't dealin' with you middle men
I'm in charge and I don't need any intermediaries
Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamon
I'm going to buy a white Yukon car with a cinnamon interior
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: LaRon Louis James
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