Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Diamond, artist - B.o.B. Album song Cloud 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2009
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Going Diamond |
| About four years ago while I was on the grind |
| Everybody was telling me I was just wasting my time |
| But then about two weeks ago my n**ga I got signed |
| So I had to leave Columbia without saying goodbye |
| And now I’m finishing my album up while at the same time catching up on algebra |
| Everybody where’s Bobby ??? |
| But I ain’t round now, I’m in California |
| But I still rep the ?? |
| where it’s greater |
| Born in North Carolina, raised up like a razor |
| Sharp enough to turn some player haters to a plate of taters |
| I ain’t fucking with y’all, I’m trying to fuck in my Mercedes |
| Benz, blowing on they grinch, I’m gone in the wind |
| Everybody popping up, they trying to be my friend |
| Playing that pretend, so I just pretend |
| That I don’t even seem em', so to me they don’t exist |
| Peace |
| But no, I ain’t gone Hollywood |
| I’m still in the hood and I blow a lot of good |
| And when I’m out I don’t roll without my buds |
| My buddy and my slut and the best, best buds |
| Gotta get a ??? |
| just to roll it up |
| So If you in the need baby come on take a puff |
| Come and stay with us if you wanna make a fuss |
| In the middle of the night tell ya boyfriend hush (DAMN) |
| But no don’t take it personal |
| You so bad when you move with earth my soul |
| And this nigga wanna hop and just ??? |
| But be careful, this thing it’ll hurt you fool |
| Oh yes yes I’m a beast and now I hunt ya sleep to put it honestly |
| I’m like a monster at lunching season (HEY) |
| And the game is my prey and I’m munching people |
| I’m going 20 times gold out the gate |
| Cause the game is a hoe and I’m holding her waist |
| I’m holding her tight so she know when to sway |
| When I’m holding a mic they won’t know what to say |
| I got what you need like a bowl of chilly |
| And my flows stone cold like I froze it in a tray |
| In the middle of the ocean, I’m floating away |
| That’s why they call me B.O.B |
| I ain’t really in this for the Benjamins and dough |
| I’m just trying to get me a percentage of the globe |
| And when I’m done with it, man I’m finished, I’ma ghost |
| I’m just trying to put the truth in your earlobes |
| So be easy, but the bitterness away |
| Cause I’m critically acclaimed and I’m clinically insane |
| I’m finna get up in it, I ain’t finna hesitate |
| Like a n**ga on the building finna take his life away |
| But I don’t want to die, I just want to ride |
| Off a ???, that’s where I reside |
| This is where the struggle is and this is why we strive to breathe |
| Pinching pennies to make ends meet day and night |
| Even though this ain’t no paradise, n**gas carry knives or a pair of nines to |
| make sure they still survive |
| We just trying to make it out to see a better life |
| But they call us thugs cause' the sun never ever shines |
| So if you know what I’m talking about and you really feel me |
| We puffin killa killas, so we got us feeling silly |
| That’s why I’m repping for my town and my city |
| Cause when you from the hood they treat you like you no good |
| That’s why I got all the brother calling me |
| I spit that real shit, and yes it’s quality |
| If you don’t like it dawg, my apologies |
| But nobody saying nothing back when I ain’t had nothing |
| Now ever single body trying to get up on my |
| But I tell em get to stepping while I’m stepping |
| I was broke but now I’m kind of riding like a |
| Cause the east side in Dakota’s where I’m repping |
| Yeah, I got the crack you scratch and sniff and then you get addicted |
| I got that shit, It’ll have you sick, and no you can not fix it |
| I’m about to drop some classic hits so I’ma snatch the hitlist |
| So put your aprons on cause it’s hazardous to listen |
| I ain’t really into making baller music |
| Cause I was never balling |