Diddy Bop [Dirty] lyrics by Red Café

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Diddy Bop [Dirty] by Red Caféالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Diddy Bop [Dirty] by Red Café

I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance

One for the strap that I keep close
And it go blat!
No I cant dance, but I be swervin'
I just diddy bop, do the Pee Wee Herman
Nigga say aw, tell me where you been
I been on the block with the work tell a friend
Nigga double up every time that I spit
Send it to Houston watch it flip again,again,
I'm a bird man ask baby
Shots of Patron make the girls go crazy
Ma, what cha gon' do?
I'm with the shakedown you can bring your whole crew.
We ain't here to fight, we just wanna cut
Dip it down low, do the walk do the butt
Got my own cash and a big wheel
Fresh pair of nike's yeah I know you like me
I heard 'em say

[Chorus]
Don't look for me I be in the club
Don't ask for me I been in da hood
I cant lean back I been in the club
I don't know how to snap I been in the hood

So I diddy bop, I don't know how to dance
So I diddy bop, I don't know how to dance
So I diddy bop, I don't know how to dance
So I diddy bop, I don't know how to dance

Now hold up (wait a minute)
One yellow bottle and shit don't stop
Red cafe get it down for the town
Nigga stay fresh till the girls go aw
Arm and hammer man with jimmy crack corn
Gimme the crack, guess what, crack gone!
Gimme the weed ,guess what, weed gone!
Is that your chick? (shorty) she gone!
Two for the cash that I got stacked real low on the stash
See I diddy bop 'cause I got bad feet
But when I'm on the floor all eyes on me
Then we fall through move like a mobsta'
They ain't like us they window shoppers
And I don't slip keeps that chopper
Down in the a on the low from the coppers

[Chorus]

Yea Brooklyn! diddy bop
Yea south side! diddy bop
Yea west side! diddy bop
Yea everybody! diddy bop

I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance
I don't know how to dance

You have just witnessed
A reefa production
Shakedown!
Learn to love it
Ha!

Writer : COMBS, SEAN / WATSON, LEROY / ROBINSON, JASIEL / IZQUIERDO, ALEXANDER / OPUS, ISAAC
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing