Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Really Good, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
What's Really Good |
| Uh, Uh Yeah |
| We back in the fucking 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 what?) |
| But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa |
| Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga |
| Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope) |
| We big dogs, all on the chow down |
| Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back |
| Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP |
| Aight, now boy, not tonight |
| I where 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 |
| (DMX) What’s Really Good? |
| (Cam) Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up |
| A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid |
| Mac had to move it, from the hood like |
| (DMX) What’s really good? |
| (Cam) 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?) |
| + (DMX) |
| To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto |
| Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello |
| Diplomats are coming to your hood |
| And we wanna know (What's really good?) |
| All my niggas, block for block |
| Rock for rock, top for top |
| Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood |
| And niggas 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 spitting |
| 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 and them treasures the glistening |
| You got three hideouts, a bed in the system |
| My brethren I miss them |
| So please tell me y’all |
| (DMX) What’s really good? |
| (J.Jones) Top of the drop when it’s missing |
| MY block when it’s clickin', these rocks when they glistening |
| (DMX) What’s really good? |
| (J.Jones) 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk |
| Big gouty wrists on you chumps |
| Mostly me and sometimes them |
| But mostly me, oh shit man, that’s one time them |
| Squally, so through your set up please |
| And let me know if you really good |
| And let me know if you really hood |
| I like this beat, drums and bells |
| Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells |
| I don’t talk the verse, Polly wanna 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 robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy |
| (DMX) What’s Really Good? |
| I’m in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on |
| Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms |
| Lotta dudes, yelling 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, needed bail money, dialed on my boy |
| Shit, and just when I thought it was getting worst |
| I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh |
| You don’t sit in the dirt, clips’ll disperse |
| (Dmx) What’s Really Good |
| (Santana) ME MOTHERFUCKER!!! |
| Don’t play with this, I’m so great at this |
| Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON…) |