Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What's Really Good, artist - The Diplomats. Album song Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
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…) |