Lyrical Breakdown of What's Really Good - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What's Really Good" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Diplomats weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What's Really Good" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Diplomats employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Diplomats's narrative.

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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?