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    "What's Really Good" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. DMX

    Album:
    track 8 on disc 2
    Diplomatic Immunity [2003]
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    Duration:00:04:58
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    [Cam'Ron]
    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

    [Cam'Ron]
    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?)

    [Chorus: Cam'Ron] + (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 niggaz, block for block
    Rock for rock, top for top
    Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
    And niggaz wanna know (What's really good?)

    [Jim Jones]
    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

    [Chorus]

    [Cam'Ron]
    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

    [Juelz Santana]
    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...)

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Laron L. James, Joseph Jones, Earl Simmons, Eric Johnson, Aquanza Jones, Cameron Giles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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