I Really Mean It-The Diplomats

歌手 : The Diplomats

专辑 : Diplomatic Immunity

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:22

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TXT I Really Mean It-The Diplomats 文本歌词

Artist：diplomats

Songs Title：i really mean it

You see man

Lets get off of that lame man

Lets get into what we like to do man

This what we do preferably man

We bring that powerful music to your table man

Killa, let em know something

Young guru, just blaze, killa, diplomats, huh

Juelz santana, jim jones, freaky zekey

Hoffa, dash, huh, killa, huh

Yall niggas dreamed it, I have seen it

Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)

Coke, a ni**a steamed it, fiends I leaned em

Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)

Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, whats really good?

Bikes, wheelie and creamin (I really mean it)

Im a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning

On your zenith (I really mean it)

Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks

Caddy more trucks, its daddy warbucks

And you orphan annie

Ma, take off your panties

Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it)

Yeah, lets get lost in candy

I got lost in boston, austin, flossin of course miami

Reno, nevada sip pino colada

Mama Im seen on the prada (I really mean it)

I rock more in phoenix road to glory

Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)

The game abuse it, its pain in music

But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest

I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it

Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid

Yall just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off

Let just {blaze} live

Yeah, now thats powerful music man

You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it)

Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, dip set (I really mean it)

And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it)

Ok, we back in

Mami listen (I really mean it)

Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage

F**k it, bucket by osh kosh bgosh

Golly Im gully, look at his galoshes

Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages

From collabos, ghost writing for assholes

Want to use my brain, than give killa mad dough

Its all good, increase killa cash flow

Increase my fame, thats why killa smash hoes

Youll get side swiped, look at my life

First movie ever, merked out mekhi phife

And papi got jerked out of pies twice

Dip set, we working with five dice

Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks

I send bodies with, read this note attached

Ya youngin f**ked with boys in the hood

Gave her a son like ricky, from boyz in the hood

On the couch bloody, old lady sighing

Wifey screaming (I really mean it)

Pissy little baby crying

F**k upped man sh*t, there you seen it (I really mean it)

Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft

Gravy mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

Yeah, gangstas ride man, flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)

And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it)

Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, thats on jim ni**a (I really mean it)

Harlem! man we here to stay, its nothing left to say man (I really mean it)

Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I aint even gone say your last name

Cuz thats mine, I catch you, you know what it is

You faggot!

I aint gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you

Holla!

See if you bout it, bout it

Cuz we is (I really mean it)

Nyc!