歌曲 | I Really Mean It - Album Version (Explicit) |
歌手 | The Diplomats |
歌手 | Cam'ron |
歌手 | Jimmy Jones |
专辑 | Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Giles, Jefferson, Jones ... | |
You see man | |
Let's get off of that lame man | |
Let's 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 | |
[Cam'Ron] | |
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh | |
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey | |
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh | |
Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it | |
Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) | |
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em | |
Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) | |
Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good? | |
Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it) | |
I'm 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, let's get lost in candy | |
I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami | |
Reno, Nevada sip pino colada | |
Mama I'm 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 | |
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off | |
Let Just {Blaze} live | |
[Jim Jones] | |
Yeah, now that's 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) | |
[Cam'Ron] | |
Ok, we back in | |
Mami listen (I really mean it) | |
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage | |
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh | |
Golly I'm 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 | |
It's all good, increase Killa cash flow | |
Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes | |
You'll 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' fucked 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 | |
Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it) | |
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft | |
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce | |
[Jim Jones] | |
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, that's on Jim nigga (I really mean it) | |
Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it) | |
Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name | |
Cuz that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is | |
You faggot! | |
I ain't 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! |
zuo qu : Giles, Jefferson, Jones ... | |
You see man | |
Let' s get off of that lame man | |
Let' s 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 | |
Cam' Ron | |
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh | |
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey | |
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh | |
Ya' ll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it | |
Body warm, heart anemic I really mean it | |
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned ' em | |
Beemer leaned it I really mean it | |
Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what' s really good? | |
Bikes, wheelie and creamin' I really mean it | |
I' m 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, let' s get lost in candy | |
I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami | |
Reno, Nevada sip pino colada | |
Mama I' m 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 | |
Ya' ll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off | |
Let Just Blaze live | |
Jim Jones | |
Yeah, now that' s 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 | |
Cam' Ron | |
Ok, we back in | |
Mami listen I really mean it | |
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage | |
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh | |
Golly I' m 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 | |
It' s all good, increase Killa cash flow | |
Increase my fame, that' s why Killa smash hoes | |
You' ll 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 | |
Ceelo and craps, cnotes and stacks | |
I send bodies with, read this note attached | |
Ya youngin' fucked 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 | |
Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it I really mean it | |
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft | |
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce | |
Jim Jones | |
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, that' s on Jim nigga I really mean it | |
Harlem! Man we here to stay, it' s nothing left to say man I really mean it | |
Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain' t even gone say your last name | |
Cuz that' s mine, I catch you, you know what it is | |
You faggot! | |
I ain' t 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! |
zuò qǔ : Giles, Jefferson, Jones ... | |
You see man | |
Let' s get off of that lame man | |
Let' s 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 | |
Cam' Ron | |
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh | |
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey | |
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh | |
Ya' ll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it | |
Body warm, heart anemic I really mean it | |
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned ' em | |
Beemer leaned it I really mean it | |
Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what' s really good? | |
Bikes, wheelie and creamin' I really mean it | |
I' m 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, let' s get lost in candy | |
I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami | |
Reno, Nevada sip pino colada | |
Mama I' m 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 | |
Ya' ll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off | |
Let Just Blaze live | |
Jim Jones | |
Yeah, now that' s 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 | |
Cam' Ron | |
Ok, we back in | |
Mami listen I really mean it | |
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage | |
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh | |
Golly I' m 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 | |
It' s all good, increase Killa cash flow | |
Increase my fame, that' s why Killa smash hoes | |
You' ll 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 | |
Ceelo and craps, cnotes and stacks | |
I send bodies with, read this note attached | |
Ya youngin' fucked 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 | |
Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it I really mean it | |
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft | |
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce | |
Jim Jones | |
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, that' s on Jim nigga I really mean it | |
Harlem! Man we here to stay, it' s nothing left to say man I really mean it | |
Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain' t even gone say your last name | |
Cuz that' s mine, I catch you, you know what it is | |
You faggot! | |
I ain' t 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! |