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    "Un Casa" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Cam'ron

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    [Un Casa] + (Cam'Ron)

    Killa what's really good my nigga
    (Un Casa what's really good)
    What's really good flee
    Yo, what's really good
    I got ta get on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
    what's really good
    (I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
    You know you on the next joint you on my album
    I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
    But naw but what's really good I'm in the studio now
    It's a beat out there its fire
    what's really good I need ta get on this album
    I can't be late man what you mean
    (I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
    what you really want me ta do)
    Naw call that nigga Dame
    Tell him its another joint man what's really good
    Dame what's really good man
    Call him right now what's really good what's really good
    (You know what
    I'ma put the beat up cause you did sign yesterday
    I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
    It better be fire I mean what's really good)
    What's really good you know I got that PIFF
    What's really really really really really good
    (Ayo Guru put something up matta fact)
    What's really good
    (Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up)
    (Good, ayo)
    Taliban bitch
    (I got tha beat up)
    (You better spit too man)
    Casa I'm in here man
    (you made me go through all this shit mother fucker
    you better spit that shit
    Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey
    Ayo Brazzy what's really good)

    [Un Casa]

    It's a shame how I rap so bananas
    It's Mr. Two-Gun Un
    Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
    You might catch in the drop blowin pop wit Santana
    The hawk on me's not from Atlanta
    It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper
    Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
    I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
    And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
    And go down south and rock wit them bamas
    And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
    Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
    Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana
    This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
    It ain't nuthin for Two-Gun ta pop a fella
    Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
    I promised Hell Rell Un Cas gone rock forever

    [Un Casa] + (Cam'Ron)

    What's really good flee what's really good
    (Aiight flee I mean that, that that's what's really good
    I can't front)
    Well what's really good can I finish
    (I mean I mean what's really good hold up Two-Gun
    I'ma let you finish I mean What's really really good now)
    What's really good
    (I mean What's really good)
    What's really good
    (I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good
    Lets finish up let's right what's really good)

    [Un Casa]

    Yo I'm living in tha equinox
    Niggaz eat wit glocks
    Enough steel it'll cease the block
    Add yeast to increase the rock
    I got knowledge that can teach my pops
    Watch my pockets increase ta knots
    Play the low so I speak ta cops
    Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and brocs
    Ice in my piece an watch
    Ain't too many niggaz that can reach the top
    Or speak this hot
    Peep this pop I leave you not
    I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
    And teens'll flock
    Seen my spot an seen my props
    Red when you seen the cops
    Got your wife suckin siemen cock
    I'ma Taliban lyrical monster
    They'll shout the city I conqour
    White Ice cinnamin Parker
    Al Quiada's most vividest author
    Hundered thou just ta glitter the charm up
    45th sides prettiest monster
    The truck look like the city of Tonka
    Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers
    Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest nigga spittin it
    Niggaz talk hustle game but I'm really gettin it
    Anything I want an need nigga I'm gettin it
    745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it
    The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin in
    I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm strictly for the benjamins
    I'm tha boss I ain't dealin wit you middle men
    Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamin

    [Un Casa] + (Cam'Ron)
    Niggaz get ya'll fuckin car game up
    (Diplomats that's what's really fuckin good)
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Vinicius De Moraes.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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