The Diplomats - Un Casa (Featuring Cam'Ron & Un Casa) lyrics

k**a what's really good my n***a 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 it's 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 n***a dame Tell him it's 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 Dipset Good, ayo Taliban b**h I got tha beat up k**a You better spit too man Casa I'm in here man You made me go through all this sh** mother f**er You better spit that sh** Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey Ayo brazzy what's really good It's a shame how I rap so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun un Mother f**ers better co*k back them hammers You might catch me 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 k**a signed me now I got the mozerella I promised hell rell un cas gone rock forever 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 No what's really good I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good Let's finish up let's right what's really good Yo I'm living in tha equinox n***as 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 Broncs Ice in my piece an watch Ain't too many n***as 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 s**in' Siemen co*k I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conqour White ice cinnamon parker Al Quiada's most vividest author Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up Forty fifth sides prettiest monster The truck look like the city of tonka Dame here ta say this n***a is bonkers Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest n***a spittin' it n***as talk hustle game but I'm really gettin' it Anything I want and need n***a I'm gettin' it 745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it The ice is so clear like the sh** 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 cinnamon n***as get y'all f**in' car gamed up Diplomats that's what's really f**in' good