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Текст песни D.I.T.C. - D.I.T.C.

D.I.T.C. - D.I.T.C. слова песни

* curses are blanked on the songUh, uhWhatD.I.T.CWhatShhCreeps, straight upStraight upY`all, laying in the cutWhat![O.C.]Strangers I don`t trustPeep out the scenery so I can adjustOnce was a fool`Til I learned the rules, the hard wayPeace by dukes, I was shookGot slept, nowadays I`m keeping it steppedBut it ain`t to the point that I`m rocking a vestI`m in this wellish * shit * `til I dieTiltin` I`m keeping it flyOn the rags staying out of the redBlood, sweat with no tears* Fuck * having fearsTwo thou` head on, meeting it dead onMillennium, many dumb to the factYou clap that Mush and I`m a bust right backFor realer, live * nigga *, shit in my eyesIf ya test my strength I`m a give you a surprise * nigga *Some want the quiet typeI`m not the cat in the party that will start the fightChorus: repeat 2XIt`s just champagne thoughts (thoughts)Man made to floss (word)Vanity or lust (lust)Weed makes moreStick up the bank and make off with it allPick up the start where the others left off[O.C.]Doing what I gotta do at any causeKnowing life is shortGive or take a few blows with nuts to showSometimes you make friends especially whenThe ends play a part out of nowhereSkins at the barSucking upChampagne is just like * shit *Track wanna be wives, nothing but fliesAnybody applies when you stink like doughMany take a sniff when they walk past OOr walk past `Ness to L, Diamond or BuckA.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat JoeThe ones giving head figure it count for deadPrez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon` stay whoresGoin` spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of chargeEverybody watch bouncers clout the VIPA space reserved for the whole D.I.T.CChorus 2XY`all Y`all (over last 2 lines of chorus)[O.C.]I got G`s on mind Cream to blow at timesWeed smoke once in a blue, it`s something to doWhip around one deep in my LS4Shorty knows open wide like she sniffin` it rawGot a loc crossed out, buckwilin` is a no, noRap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.OJust to find the means in the endWhen it`s all set it s done, with a crib and keys to BenzTwin now berettas serial straight to lettersWorld keep `em ducked this side the white leatherCyanide thought s make shots run offSabotage with the snitch that decided to talkGreedy * niggas * get snatched by the Rico lordsThen the murder one stuck, when it rains it poursYoung cats with cigars and shot out jawsYoung black entrepreneurs read the violence of formChorus 3X (with ad-libs)D.I.T.C.

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