歌曲 | The Hiatus |
歌手 | Diamond D |
专辑 | Hatred, Passion & Infidelity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kirkland | |
(There's a new R&B in town) | |
(It's Diamond D) | |
[Diamond D] | |
Now, you might catch me at a party rhyming, talking shit on the mic | |
And sippin on some Bicardi Limon | |
That nigga Diamond, prone to shining cause I'm nice | |
I turn, men to mice walk around with the ice | |
On my necklace, in the 7, drivin reckless | |
Hon-ey you blew it if my CD ain't on your check list | |
See you should expect this so blow see it's the bro | |
Who gets the dough, on the low like Piss Capone | |
What you ain't know? Steady flow's my deposition | |
I bet you wishin you had it but you suffer from repetition | |
I bet you listen, I catch you slippin on some smoke | |
Crush your throat, plus your broke, your just a hoax | |
When it comes to this here, cause this year | |
I'm lettin competitors know, that whenever this predator goes | |
I leave foes on the verge, niggas see me on stage, lose the urge | |
My style merge together when words come together to spurge | |
My endeavors on meat, furs, and leathers I use verbs | |
Some better pronouns, you better go now | |
You don't wanna throw down seen how I knocked the other foe down | |
Yes-ter-day, seems niggas had less to say | |
Didn't wear your vest today, lets just say | |
Your reaction, resem-bles a threat | |
You get sweat (sweat) fuckin with the best kep | |
[Sample w/scratches & echos] | |
(There's a new R&B in town) | |
(It's Diamond D) | |
[Chorus] | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la (town) | |
[Diamond D] | |
(Ladies, help me out now) | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
[Sample w/scratches & echos] | |
(There's a new R&B in town) | |
[Diamond D] | |
Hey, hey, to blows my declaration | |
Find a nest on mercury speculations | |
'97's the year no hesitations | |
Gold and platinum plaques for dec-o-ra-tions | |
In living color I squash the pooh puts | |
Get vexed, like I'm hittin some new butt | |
And fade MC's like a crew cut | |
You do what?, not to the greatest and when you play this | |
Some Mercedes not even after a 3 year hiatus | |
The kid is still nice with his, tight with his | |
With no advice to give son, so suffice to this | |
To say I'm on my way, see ya paid | |
And you could catch us on belay chillin in Bombay | |
My palm stay holdin, federal reserve notes | |
I bet a few've your nerves broke in a tussle | |
I'm tryin to eat lunch with Russell, flex my muscle | |
While your busy bitchy, my record label doesn't hustle | |
Enough for me, it's tough to be in the spot light | |
You froze under the hot light, and wonder why your pockets not right | |
I'm elevatin sip Moet and Bruce gone celebratin | |
Through the Bronx, acceleratin on private blocks | |
Nuthin about it stops like powdered rocks | |
Ve-ry addic-tive and I become vin-dic-tive | |
Pains inflic-ted off foes, how it goes | |
I put the blows, on your weak ass flows, huh! | |
[Sample w/scratches & echos] | |
(There's a new R&B in town) | |
(It's Diamond D) | |
[Chorus] | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la | |
[Diamond D w/echos] | |
(Ladies, ladies,ladies) | |
La, la lah, Lah, la (It's Diamond D) | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
[Sample w/echos] | |
(There's a new R&B in town) | |
(It's Diamond D) |
zuo ci : Kirkland | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Diamond D | |
Now, you might catch me at a party rhyming, talking shit on the mic | |
And sippin on some Bicardi Limon | |
That nigga Diamond, prone to shining cause I' m nice | |
I turn, men to mice walk around with the ice | |
On my necklace, in the 7, drivin reckless | |
Honey you blew it if my CD ain' t on your check list | |
See you should expect this so blow see it' s the bro | |
Who gets the dough, on the low like Piss Capone | |
What you ain' t know? Steady flow' s my deposition | |
I bet you wishin you had it but you suffer from repetition | |
I bet you listen, I catch you slippin on some smoke | |
Crush your throat, plus your broke, your just a hoax | |
When it comes to this here, cause this year | |
I' m lettin competitors know, that whenever this predator goes | |
I leave foes on the verge, niggas see me on stage, lose the urge | |
My style merge together when words come together to spurge | |
My endeavors on meat, furs, and leathers I use verbs | |
Some better pronouns, you better go now | |
You don' t wanna throw down seen how I knocked the other foe down | |
Yesterday, seems niggas had less to say | |
Didn' t wear your vest today, lets just say | |
Your reaction, resembles a threat | |
You get sweat sweat fuckin with the best kep | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Chorus | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la town | |
Diamond D | |
Ladies, help me out now | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
Diamond D | |
Hey, hey, to blows my declaration | |
Find a nest on mercury speculations | |
' 97' s the year no hesitations | |
Gold and platinum plaques for decorations | |
In living color I squash the pooh puts | |
Get vexed, like I' m hittin some new butt | |
And fade MC' s like a crew cut | |
You do what?, not to the greatest and when you play this | |
Some Mercedes not even after a 3 year hiatus | |
The kid is still nice with his, tight with his | |
With no advice to give son, so suffice to this | |
To say I' m on my way, see ya paid | |
And you could catch us on belay chillin in Bombay | |
My palm stay holdin, federal reserve notes | |
I bet a few' ve your nerves broke in a tussle | |
I' m tryin to eat lunch with Russell, flex my muscle | |
While your busy bitchy, my record label doesn' t hustle | |
Enough for me, it' s tough to be in the spot light | |
You froze under the hot light, and wonder why your pockets not right | |
I' m elevatin sip Moet and Bruce gone celebratin | |
Through the Bronx, acceleratin on private blocks | |
Nuthin about it stops like powdered rocks | |
Very addictive and I become vindictive | |
Pains inflicted off foes, how it goes | |
I put the blows, on your weak ass flows, huh! | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Chorus | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la | |
Diamond D w echos | |
Ladies, ladies, ladies | |
La, la lah, Lah, la It' s Diamond D | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
Sample w echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D |
zuò cí : Kirkland | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Diamond D | |
Now, you might catch me at a party rhyming, talking shit on the mic | |
And sippin on some Bicardi Limon | |
That nigga Diamond, prone to shining cause I' m nice | |
I turn, men to mice walk around with the ice | |
On my necklace, in the 7, drivin reckless | |
Honey you blew it if my CD ain' t on your check list | |
See you should expect this so blow see it' s the bro | |
Who gets the dough, on the low like Piss Capone | |
What you ain' t know? Steady flow' s my deposition | |
I bet you wishin you had it but you suffer from repetition | |
I bet you listen, I catch you slippin on some smoke | |
Crush your throat, plus your broke, your just a hoax | |
When it comes to this here, cause this year | |
I' m lettin competitors know, that whenever this predator goes | |
I leave foes on the verge, niggas see me on stage, lose the urge | |
My style merge together when words come together to spurge | |
My endeavors on meat, furs, and leathers I use verbs | |
Some better pronouns, you better go now | |
You don' t wanna throw down seen how I knocked the other foe down | |
Yesterday, seems niggas had less to say | |
Didn' t wear your vest today, lets just say | |
Your reaction, resembles a threat | |
You get sweat sweat fuckin with the best kep | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Chorus | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la town | |
Diamond D | |
Ladies, help me out now | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
Diamond D | |
Hey, hey, to blows my declaration | |
Find a nest on mercury speculations | |
' 97' s the year no hesitations | |
Gold and platinum plaques for decorations | |
In living color I squash the pooh puts | |
Get vexed, like I' m hittin some new butt | |
And fade MC' s like a crew cut | |
You do what?, not to the greatest and when you play this | |
Some Mercedes not even after a 3 year hiatus | |
The kid is still nice with his, tight with his | |
With no advice to give son, so suffice to this | |
To say I' m on my way, see ya paid | |
And you could catch us on belay chillin in Bombay | |
My palm stay holdin, federal reserve notes | |
I bet a few' ve your nerves broke in a tussle | |
I' m tryin to eat lunch with Russell, flex my muscle | |
While your busy bitchy, my record label doesn' t hustle | |
Enough for me, it' s tough to be in the spot light | |
You froze under the hot light, and wonder why your pockets not right | |
I' m elevatin sip Moet and Bruce gone celebratin | |
Through the Bronx, acceleratin on private blocks | |
Nuthin about it stops like powdered rocks | |
Very addictive and I become vindictive | |
Pains inflicted off foes, how it goes | |
I put the blows, on your weak ass flows, huh! | |
Sample w scratches echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D | |
Chorus | |
La, la, lah, Lah, la | |
Diamond D w echos | |
Ladies, ladies, ladies | |
La, la lah, Lah, la It' s Diamond D | |
La, la lah, Lah, la | |
Sample w echos | |
There' s a new R B in town | |
It' s Diamond D |