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The Diplomats
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What's Really Good
作詞:Cam'ron Giles, Laron James, Aquanza Jones, Jimmy Jones, Earl Simmons
We back in the fuckin' building Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Came in second half, shit, man Only thing we really wanna know right now is what? Is what's really good? That's the question
Suicide sickness, child negligence Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga
Be in Columbus, never seen Bow Wow We big dogs, all on the chow down Chow an' Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP
Aight, now. boy, not tonight I wear a bomb to the court like it's a ice white I'm real ice right, still in the hood But the question for y'all is what's really good?
Nothin', see me on 55th, black scooped it up AK activated, act stupid, one did act stupid Mac had to move it, from the hood like What's really good?
I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around Split him up, he played the ground, leave Nine stayed around, outlaw on the street Shot four from the three, Southpaw Portuguese What's really good?
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are comin' to your hood An' we wanna know what's really good?
All my niggaz, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood An' niggaz wanna know what's really good?
Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' Had to re-edit the spin, 44 lead when I'm spittin' Shots to the head of my victims Big deserts we grippin' to dry out You in the desert is slippin'
They go through extreme measures to get 'em Them chains an' them treasures, they glistenin' You got three hideouts, a bed in the system My brethren I miss them, so please tell me, y'all What's really good?
Top of the drop when it's missin' My block, when it's clickin' these rocks When they glistenin', what's really good? 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Mostly me an' sometimes them But mostly me, oh, shit, man, that's one time them Squally, so through your set up, please Let me know if you really good An' let me know if you really hood
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are comin' to your hood An' we wanna know what's really good?
All my niggaz, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood An' niggaz wanna know what's really good?
I like this beat, drums an' bells Reminder of bullets, bodies, guns an' shells I don't talk the birds, Polly want a cracker When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her
Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly Air the shit out like the end of State Property No run away robbery, gunner stay half of me The end I see prophecy, what's really good?
I'm in the Buggy, mon', with the Rugby on Air Force Ones, lookin' like Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yellin' out, 'Fuck me, uh?' I'll blow this bitch, dog, what the fuck? We on
It's Santana, I'm straight out the box, homey Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth When I stepped out the box, homey I still got the sun of the box on me Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty
I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, need bail money, dialed on my boy Shit an' just when I thought it was gettin' worse I was bailed out scot free, spittin' this verse
You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse What's really good? Me, motherfucker Don't play with this, I'm so great at this Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello Diplomats are comin' to your hood An' we wanna know what's really good?
All my niggaz, block for block Rock for rock, top for top Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood An' niggaz wanna know what's really good?
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