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.
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The Diplomats Lyrics
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Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
So I don't write for the stardom
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo
Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Now chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake
And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video
Your own album here we go
That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
Insomniacs our life styles compatible
Magical pops gone, shit tragical
Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical
Its not irrational, I grew up radical
And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else)
The Diplomats' song "Get Down" is a tribute to the group's rise to fame and success. The lyrics describe their journey from the projects, where they began to gain recognition in the music scene, to becoming wealthy and powerful figures in the industry.
The opening line, "Remember I'm a man of respect," sets the tone for the rest of the song, emphasizing the group's importance and reputation. They acknowledge their mentor, Santana, who helped them navigate the industry and move from "techs," or guns, to "checks" and financial success. The group's desire for luxury is evident from the line "I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes," indicating their pursuit of wealth and material possessions.
The lyrics touch on the group's struggles, as they write about their personal problems and the challenges they faced in their rise to fame. The line "Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers" alludes to the violence they encountered in their pursuit of success.
Ultimately, the song is a celebration of The Diplomats' journey and their bond as friends and collaborators. The lyrics highlight the group's loyalty to each other, as they reflect on their shared experiences and the hardships they overcame together.
Line by Line Meaning
Remember I'm a man of respect (remember)
Don't forget that I'm a person who values honor and dignity.
Remember Santana was next
Remember that Santana was my partner in the past.
Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects
Now we're not involved in dangerous activities, but we collect money through legitimate means.
I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
I want a lot of diamonds on my hands and wrist.
Pose for the camera man me and Santana man
We want to look good in front of the camera, me and Santana, together.
Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn
My grandma was right, Santana is one hell of a guy.
So I don't write for the stardom
I don't write songs just to become famous.
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I get drunk and high, and then write down my problems to express myself.
I've been through it headed right for the bottom
I've been through tough times and I was on the verge of falling down to the bottom.
D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
I am not interested in becoming a sniper in D.C. I would have preferred to be a sniper in Harlem.
That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo
That's why I give some money to my friend from Kosovo to help me out.
Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know
Help me get more money, but keep it a secret.
But she lay me up like the prime minister
She takes care of me like a high-ranking official.
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
I have a lot of drugs that smell like vinegar.
That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her
The situation was difficult to bear, but I'll bring her with me to the top of the industry.
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
When it comes to drugs, I always bought in small quantities (fingers).
Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Money is missing and I almost cut someone's fingers as punishment.
Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer
When I cut my own wrist, people realized that I was not a singer.
Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert
I don't care about rapping, acting, or movie critics Siskel and Ebert.
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa)
I am ready to use my gun or even missiles if necessary to get what I want.
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember that I am going to spend a lot of money.
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)
Remember Jim, we're getting out of the projects.
Now chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake
Now we can afford to have chefs cook us steaks, which means the stakes are higher.
Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake
I will show you how to handle Swiss bank accounts and transfer money.
And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video
We used to be from a small neighborhood called BBQ, now you're the CEO and direct music videos.
Your own album here we go
You're finally releasing your own album, here we go!
That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me
You're my guy, and any time I call, you'll be there for me.
We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
We used to share chicken sandwiches when they were cheaper.
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
But now you're spending more money on drugs than on food.
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
I hope the chicken sandwiches are enough to get us through the night, kid.
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls
We didn't care about sleeping, we were night owls who stayed up all night.
Insomniacs our life styles compatible
Our lifestyles are compatible because we are both insomniacs.
Magical pops gone, shit tragical
My father has passed away, and it's a sad and difficult situation.
Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill
My mother is busy with her work, and my house is where my friends come to hang out.
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical
I feel like I need a break, like a teacher who needs a sabbatical.
Its not irrational, I grew up radical
It's not crazy to feel this way, I had a radical upbringing.
And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks
You all are scared because I have bought all of my criminals (crooks).
Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks
I don't care about R&B singers, Zeek can sing all the hooks.
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
Tito and Brick, come through again.
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else)
They were there for me through thick and thin, even when I had stomach problems (what else can I say).
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: MARVIN P GAYE, CAM'RON GILES, CHAD WES HAMILTON, IVY JO HUNTER
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