Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diamenz, artist - Do Or Die. Album song Back 2 the Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.08.2002
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Diamenz |
Do you love, money, chasin papers and doin capers |
Bending the chi and then vegas like you one of the Lakers |
Steady cuffin that paper, ladys can’t fake us, so I stay cautious regardless |
Like a million dollars keep sparkin better yet its that V.I.P barkin |
(niggas ain’t ready to die) |
Cause please, that be me sparkin sharp and bendin calm in that lac |
Bendin hard with ladys slobbin and bobbin |
Aww man I been on that chick since back in college |
See, she like them top notch with the Glock cocked |
Put the money and Glock block them CEO’s who invest in stock plots |
Substance blowin out the sunroof with your drop top |
Smokin on that chop flop ladys call me pa pa and groupies call me na na |
So cha cha like legit do whatever suits that fit you |
If paper be your issue, then you be your issue |
But this paper make that paper, and this paper make that paper |
This paper make that paper so you stay away from haters |
We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top |
Diggin in the scene with a gangster lean ohhhohhhhhh. |
ohhoohhhh |
We ride diamonds in the back, sunroof top |
Diggin in the scene with a pimp lean ohhohhhh my my can you smoke and ride |
You can see it in my eyes when I’m hustlin, burnt up tryin to come up from |
Nothing |
I be stackin them stacks bringin em back in the back of the lac |
Talkin in codes to the burn outs hustlin daily got me turned out |
You know my motto to invest and chase that paper like lotto |
Follow, tryin to bring back money in car loads |
But its hard to listen when you tryin to get that platinum benzy |
Or purchase a home for my belo luxury home with a platinum visa |
Its hard to imagine something like a nigga tryin to catch an orgasm |
Track that feeling like a spasm |
Tryin to study passin, got a passion gotta count that cheese |
They off in the breeze but it ain’t nothing |
If you got that paper then say something |
Better put it away Cause the day comin when you fall off |
When you just wanna hall off with four sawed offs blow it all off |
Recognise its the big faces that count, better yet better stay flexed |
Check the paper stay stressed and get all the dough whether its fast or slow |
Get up to the point where the cash will flow |
Burger King and Mcdonalds really ain’t the way the best will go |
And its so cold in these windy streets |
When the ends meet your life will be ends deep with white shit |
This is my motto, pop the first bottle |
Louie call 1 3 grab the key then follow |
Ride up to my home paid for mansion celebrating you ladys on tables dance on |
M O N E Y got to have it me I remember hustlin when I was a shorty |
Now or a forty X5 5 of those sit back relax and private show |
No how it go more money more problem well the problem is you solve it |
Don’t let the money become you you take it and revolve it |
No matter how you get it you hustle and go get it square stick with it |
Make sure all the numbers split Cause all of them done did it |
The Rockafellers Stellers and Jones |
To many other people got paper but we homeless |
And let alone this, we chillin while we swervin bumpin 92.3 in the suburban |
Hittin curbs in city fresh yall Proda to the feet bonapetite |
No second guess yall we confess yall love the curency don’t you playa hate |
Love the game you can’t worry me, you can’t worry me |
J P, J P |
Everybody may not have a great big Cadillac |
Gangsta white walls, TV’s and antennas in the back (uh uh) |
Some peoples may not have a car at all |
But they got to remember brothers and sisters (remember) |
We still can pimp talk, rotate them gangster white walls |
Never givin a dime to a broad (no no never) |
And we gone keep on pimpin baby (keep pimpin) |
We gone keep on pimpin baby (for real) |
Untill somebody turn the lights out, so J. P. come on bring us home |
Yeah, wohhhhohhhohhhh wohhhohhhh |
I just wanna feel, Cause you may not have a gravy kind of life |
Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gangster lean |
You may night driiivvveee no car at all, ohh myyy |
But you can still stand tall, still stand tall… hooo |
Cause I’m ridin in my escalade |
Ridin |
Ridin |
Ridin |