Song | Diamonds |
Artist | Common |
Album | Nobody's Smiling |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Intro - Big Sean:] | |
(Oh) Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin’ | |
Champagne poppin’, bad thing poppin’ | |
Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin’ (no) | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin’ | |
Campaign poppin’, champagne poppin’ | |
[Verse 1 - Common:] | |
I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day | |
Niggas gotta eat, we gon’ do it gourmet | |
I’m hearing fuckin’ voices, like when porn play | |
Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay | |
What more can I say? Diamonds are for the day | |
That means to shine, you find a way | |
Stayed on porches, backyards, and gainways | |
Learned strange ways between | |
and Langley | |
Champagne ambitions | |
I pour it out for my man who made his transition | |
Was about paper, pussy, Prada, ego | |
Born to fly, call me the bald eagle | |
Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and Eazy-E though | |
Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin | |
The hero that came from zero | |
My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico | |
This bra from the DR said I was frío | |
That’s Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo | |
Pino noir style, better with time | |
I’m gambling with watches getting better with time | |
So I’mma ride this out for long as God allow me | |
They say “time is money”, forever is my salary | |
I shine tomorrow with what I do today | |
Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display | |
[Hook - Big Sean:] | |
(Oh) Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin’ | |
Champagne poppin’, bad thing poppin’ | |
Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin’ (no) | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin’ | |
Campaign poppin’, champagne poppin’ | |
Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin’ (no) | |
[Bridge - Big Sean:] | |
Ay, ay, ay , ay , ay, ay, ay, ay | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
[Verse 2 - Common:] | |
Bars in alignment, stars in alignment | |
of consignment, God’s in the diamonds | |
Evolve from the science, power and refinement | |
Read between the lines, hard to define us | |
Niggas that’s behind us, throwing up signs to signify us | |
In the benz leaning like we biased | |
I seen lead fly by us, that shit scary | |
You can go cold and blow everything you have in a flash | |
The moment is to live it like your last | |
Moments that we have never living in the last | |
My time, man, precious like diamonds | |
Look through the glass, see what I magnify man | |
I’mma be shining ‘til I die man | |
I’mma rare diamond that’s hard to find man | |
Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day | |
To the streets I speak my piece like an A.K | |
47 to 87 to the hundreds | |
Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted | |
Dreams reflect clarity, ain’t no disparity | |
Between peace and prosperity, so marry me diamond | |
[Verse 3 - Big Sean:] | |
Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway | |
I’m rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day | |
Way before the ballin’ that was back off in the training days | |
I used to hit the barber chair and say “I need that fadeaway” | |
Had a crush on what’s her name, the feelings never fade away | |
Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808 | |
Said you can’t take his chain away | |
Real play you can’t take his game away | |
Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller | |
But you can’t take my dame away, devil in a red dress | |
But she got that angel face | |
I could teach her how to get it day to day to day to day | |
The G code is my combination | |
Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces | |
Catch me in court, beating all kinds of cases | |
Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that’s my favorite combination | |
Diamonds |
Intro Big Sean: | |
Oh Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin' | |
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin' | |
Headed to the door, and ain' t a damn thing knockin' no | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin' | |
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin' | |
Verse 1 Common: | |
I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day | |
Niggas gotta eat, we gon' do it gourmet | |
I' m hearing fuckin' voices, like when porn play | |
Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay | |
What more can I say? Diamonds are for the day | |
That means to shine, you find a way | |
Stayed on porches, backyards, and gainways | |
Learned strange ways between | |
and Langley | |
Champagne ambitions | |
I pour it out for my man who made his transition | |
Was about paper, pussy, Prada, ego | |
Born to fly, call me the bald eagle | |
Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and EazyE though | |
Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin | |
The hero that came from zero | |
My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico | |
This bra from the DR said I was fri o | |
That' s Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo | |
Pino noir style, better with time | |
I' m gambling with watches getting better with time | |
So I' mma ride this out for long as God allow me | |
They say " time is money", forever is my salary | |
I shine tomorrow with what I do today | |
Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display | |
Hook Big Sean: | |
Oh Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin' | |
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin' | |
Headed to the door, and ain' t a damn thing knockin' no | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin' | |
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin' | |
Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin' no | |
Bridge Big Sean: | |
Ay, ay, ay , ay , ay, ay, ay, ay | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Verse 2 Common: | |
Bars in alignment, stars in alignment | |
of consignment, God' s in the diamonds | |
Evolve from the science, power and refinement | |
Read between the lines, hard to define us | |
Niggas that' s behind us, throwing up signs to signify us | |
In the benz leaning like we biased | |
I seen lead fly by us, that shit scary | |
You can go cold and blow everything you have in a flash | |
The moment is to live it like your last | |
Moments that we have never living in the last | |
My time, man, precious like diamonds | |
Look through the glass, see what I magnify man | |
I' mma be shining ' til I die man | |
I' mma rare diamond that' s hard to find man | |
Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day | |
To the streets I speak my piece like an A. K | |
47 to 87 to the hundreds | |
Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted | |
Dreams reflect clarity, ain' t no disparity | |
Between peace and prosperity, so marry me diamond | |
Verse 3 Big Sean: | |
Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway | |
I' m rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day | |
Way before the ballin' that was back off in the training days | |
I used to hit the barber chair and say " I need that fadeaway" | |
Had a crush on what' s her name, the feelings never fade away | |
Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808 | |
Said you can' t take his chain away | |
Real play you can' t take his game away | |
Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller | |
But you can' t take my dame away, devil in a red dress | |
But she got that angel face | |
I could teach her how to get it day to day to day to day | |
The G code is my combination | |
Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces | |
Catch me in court, beating all kinds of cases | |
Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that' s my favorite combination | |
Diamonds |
Intro Big Sean: | |
Oh Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin' | |
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin' | |
Headed to the door, and ain' t a damn thing knockin' no | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin' | |
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin' | |
Verse 1 Common: | |
I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day | |
Niggas gotta eat, we gon' do it gourmet | |
I' m hearing fuckin' voices, like when porn play | |
Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay | |
What more can I say? Diamonds are for the day | |
That means to shine, you find a way | |
Stayed on porches, backyards, and gainways | |
Learned strange ways between | |
and Langley | |
Champagne ambitions | |
I pour it out for my man who made his transition | |
Was about paper, pussy, Prada, ego | |
Born to fly, call me the bald eagle | |
Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and EazyE though | |
Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin | |
The hero that came from zero | |
My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico | |
This bra from the DR said I was frí o | |
That' s Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo | |
Pino noir style, better with time | |
I' m gambling with watches getting better with time | |
So I' mma ride this out for long as God allow me | |
They say " time is money", forever is my salary | |
I shine tomorrow with what I do today | |
Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display | |
Hook Big Sean: | |
Oh Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin' | |
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin' | |
Headed to the door, and ain' t a damn thing knockin' no | |
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin' | |
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin' | |
Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin' no | |
Bridge Big Sean: | |
Ay, ay, ay , ay , ay, ay, ay, ay | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Tryna get it every way, every day | |
Verse 2 Common: | |
Bars in alignment, stars in alignment | |
of consignment, God' s in the diamonds | |
Evolve from the science, power and refinement | |
Read between the lines, hard to define us | |
Niggas that' s behind us, throwing up signs to signify us | |
In the benz leaning like we biased | |
I seen lead fly by us, that shit scary | |
You can go cold and blow everything you have in a flash | |
The moment is to live it like your last | |
Moments that we have never living in the last | |
My time, man, precious like diamonds | |
Look through the glass, see what I magnify man | |
I' mma be shining ' til I die man | |
I' mma rare diamond that' s hard to find man | |
Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day | |
To the streets I speak my piece like an A. K | |
47 to 87 to the hundreds | |
Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted | |
Dreams reflect clarity, ain' t no disparity | |
Between peace and prosperity, so marry me diamond | |
Verse 3 Big Sean: | |
Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway | |
I' m rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day | |
Way before the ballin' that was back off in the training days | |
I used to hit the barber chair and say " I need that fadeaway" | |
Had a crush on what' s her name, the feelings never fade away | |
Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808 | |
Said you can' t take his chain away | |
Real play you can' t take his game away | |
Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller | |
But you can' t take my dame away, devil in a red dress | |
But she got that angel face | |
I could teach her how to get it day to day to day to day | |
The G code is my combination | |
Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces | |
Catch me in court, beating all kinds of cases | |
Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that' s my favorite combination | |
Diamonds |