What's Really Good
The Diplomats Lyrics


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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

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 icey white
I'm real icey right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really good?

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black scooped it up
A K 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 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?

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four 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 what's really good?

Top of the drop when it's missing
My block when it's clickin'
These rocks when they glistening
What's really good?

One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Mostly me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them

Squally, so through your set up please
Let me know if you're really good
And let me know if you really hood

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?

I like this beat, drums and bells
Remind 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, what's really good?

I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck 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, 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
What's really good? Me motherfucker
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 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?

Overall Meaning

The Diplomats' song "What's Really Good" is a bold and aggressive track that asks the question "what's really good?" The lyrics explore themes of violence, crime, and hierarchy in the streets. The first verse delves into the consequences of unlawful actions, such as suicide, child negligence, and homicide, while asserting the need for respect. The chorus then addresses the audience, asking both women and men in the hood what's really good, highlighting the Diplomats' dominance and highlighting their search for knowledge and power.


In the second verse, the lyrics shift to a more personal and boastful tone, as the Diplomats brag about their success and stature in the streets. There's talk of guns, diamonds, and expensive cars, as well as references to their criminal activities. The chorus reiterates their quest for information and control.


Overall, "What's Really Good" is a reflection of the Diplomats' confidence and bravado, as well as their acknowledgement of the harsh realities of life in the streets. The lyrics are delivered with aggressive energy, which adds to the intensity of the song's message.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking building
The Diplomats are back and ready to make an impact.


Freaky, came in second half
Freaky is joining later for the second half of the song.


Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is What? Is what's really good? That's the question
The Diplomats want to know what's really happening and what the people are up to.


Suicide sickness, child negligence Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence, but what?
There are some terrible things happening in the community, but what are we going to do about it?


But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga
You need to respect The Diplomats or face the consequences.


Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow, nope We big dogs, all on the chow down
The Diplomats are big dogs, eating well, and they don't have time for Bow Wow.


Chow and Mr. Giles lay back Santana locked up, get 'em out asap
Chow and Mr. Giles are taking it easy while Santana is locked up and they want him out as soon as possible.


I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white I'm real icey right, still in the hood But the question for y'all is what's really good?
Someone is feeling dangerous and flashy, but they still care about what's happening in the hood.


Nothing, see me on fifty-five, black scooped it up A K activated, act stupid, one did act stupid Mac had to move it, from the hood like What's really good?
Someone is driving around fifty-five and has a weapon ready to defend themselves, but they want to know what's truly happening in the hood.


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?
Someone has had to use violence to take down a threat and is still on high alert, wondering what's really happening in the streets.


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?
The Diplomats are reaching out to all the ladies in the hood and want to know what's going on.


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?
The Diplomats are also checking in with all their guys in the hood and want to know what's happening block for block.


Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin Forty-four lead when I'm spitting shots to the head of my victims
Someone is admitting to making mistakes and has a tendency to use violence against their enemies.


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 what's really good?
People are willing to do whatever it takes to get valuable things and someone is missing their friends and wants to know what's really happening.


Top of the drop when it's missing My block when it's clickin' These rocks when they glistening One forty-fifth on this crunk, big forty-fifth in my trunk Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Someone is flaunting their wealth and wants to know what's happening in the hood.


Mostly me and sometimes them But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them Squally, so through your set up please Let me know if you're really good And let me know if you really hood
Someone is acknowledging that they are the main one in control and is asking if others can truly handle themselves.


I like this beat, drums and bells Remind 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
Someone is really feeling the beat and is warning others that they won't hold back if things need to be settled with violence.


No run away robber, gunner stay half of me The end I see prophecy, what's really good?
Someone is saying they won't run away or back down and sees a prophecy coming.


I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh? I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on
Someone is driving around comfortably and confidently, but is also ready to get violent if necessary.


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
Santana is confident in his abilities and is staying grounded despite his success.


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
Someone is grateful for their friends and can rely on them to get them out of trouble when needed.


You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse What's really good? Me motherfucker Don't play with this, I'm so great at this Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit
Someone is warning others not to mess with them or they'll use violence and they are confident in their abilities to handle any situation.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LARON L. JAMES, JOSEPH JONES, EARL SIMMONS, ERIC JOHNSON, AQUANZA JONES, CAMERON GILES

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