The Diplomats | Lyrics | What's Really Good

We back in the f*****' building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky
Came in second half, s***, 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 thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga

Be in Columbus, never seen Bow Wow
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow an' Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP

Aight, now. boy, not tonight
I wear 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 what's really good?

Nothin', see me on 55th, black scooped it up
AK activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
What's really good?

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?

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz 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 spittin'
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 an' them treasures, they glistenin'
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me, y'all
What's really good?

Top of the drop when it's missin'
My block, when it's clickin' these rocks
When they glistenin', what's really good?
145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?

Mostly me an' sometimes them
But mostly me, oh, s***, man, that's one time them
Squally, so through your set up, please
Let me know if you really good
An' let me know if you really hood

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz wanna know what's really good?

I like this beat, drums an' bells
Reminder of bullets, bodies, guns an' shells
I don't talk the birds, Polly want a cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her

Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the s*** out like the end of State Property
No run away robbery, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good?

I'm in the Buggy, mon', with the Rugby on
Air Force Ones, lookin' like Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yellin' out, "F*** me, uh?"
I'll blow this b****, dog, what the f***? 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, need bail money, dialed on my boy
S*** an' just when I thought it was gettin' worse
I was bailed out scot free, spittin' this verse

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good? Me, m***********
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz wanna know what's really good?