Get Retarded (变得愚笨) (Explicit Album Version) - DJ Kay Slay/The Diplomats/Twista (Carl Mitchell) Uhh okay y'all know what this is Jim capo ni**a we back on this motherf**ker Drama king drama game bird Caine Dip set diplomat y'all know what it is Exclusive ni**a for the streets Harlem stand up east side representers You know what it is check it Passed my hood throwin' w**d out the window Half my hood they be out the window Tell Kayslay throw the key out the window I parked in front so I can see out the window Get inside of the ride 20 inches piped in the side So I cypher some eyes Hell yeah like bikers we ride Better yet like pilots we fly Trust me you be flyin' all high Like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds And we bump the birds but "Mums" the word Word word man bird gang I thought you heard Mayne But hold on Holmes I be rollin' stones Rocked up like a rollin' stone Blocked up and I hold the chrome Pop up I will blow up homes dip set He know it's on Yeah it ain't even fair I'll squeeze a flare I'll leave him there Just bleedin' there no breathin' air Just leave him there 'til police get there Whoo That's my kind of work F**ked up bulletproof liner shirt Then we grind the work all kind of work We watch po-po they tryin' alerts F**k that dough they dyin' of thirst Huh so we cop it and fry it Chop and divide it toppers supply it Yeah hit the block and he try it Yeah watch the cops when they eye us Yeah you know our block starts riots If it's drama we can start it Start the drama get retarded Grab the llama load the cartridge Turn yo' a** into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers you the target Load the hammers load the cartridge If it's drama we can start it Start the drama get retarded Grab the llama load the cartridge Turn yo' a** into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers you the target Load the hammers load the cartridge I pop hoes and greet you Nachos and cheese you Send Vatos Choppos and Gablones to meet you They pop yo' top slow pa blow and leave you I got dough papo or chop low flaminga I got hoes papo that lock load the finger So all the broads now all across town All aboard now let's all get all down Yeah on the floor now lower your drawer down Yeah yeah yeah yeah I know you thir-sty I'm a gorilla case Harlem's my villa place Ni**a what ni**a wait get it what Get it straight Ni**a get it f**ked get the eight Get it up in your face Yeah ni**a what ni**a hey That's how my peeps roll That's how the streets go That's street code G roll we know Man the boy gets busy That's for sure fo' sheezy The boy the busiest all the rizzy of rap If it's drama we can start it Start the drama get retarded Grab the llama load the cartridge Turn yo' a** into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers you the target Load the hammers load the cartridge If it's drama we can start it Start the drama get retarded Grab the llama load the cartridge Turn yo' a** into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solve it Big revolvers you the target Load the hammers load the cartridge I gotta cock and load finna pop these hoes Kill a motherf**ker let the glocks explode Come up on a corner servin' rocks and blows Get the millimeter gotta rock and roll Gotta hit him with the heaters in the heart And I hurt him with the hollows Every time I heard he come around here If you don't want the drama get up off the tip I'll be the only motherf**ker servin' dubs And the pounds here It ain't sh*t for me to throw them thangs If a ni**a try to go inside I come breakin' him off Catch you slippin' with the shiny rings And ain't no need for you to Get dramatic on takin 'em off Catch him open when I'm kickin' in the do' Shoot up on the ceiling Then I get him on the flo' Take yo' cash take yo' dro Mac-11 rugers and a forty-fo' Get your killers you better go get your gangstas Better go get your hustlers Better go get your riders