Текст песни D.I.T.C. f Big L, Fat Joe, O.C. - The Enemy 12"
D.I.T.C. f Big L, Fat Joe, O.C. - The Enemy 12" слова песни
[O.C.]Majestic, double-breasted, shine like diamonds, illustriousRainbow glow, charismatic, my crew`s the fattest fansStrung off the rhyme time like a cocaine addictWho the fucks says otherwise? My skills incognitoTest me son, I turn evilOld school, Wallaby type, Sugar Hill grillLaid back, relax, like I hold a milParadise seeking, lumps of cheddar, I considerWhile the bass go BOMP BOMP to live betterI dream of pushing vehicles, three or soAt times I dress b-boy, at times b-boDuh-duh-duh stutter shit, I still say the butter shitSharp on the mic, I bring out that box cutter shitD-I-T man, you know who the fuck we areBack cats conbine with niggas that`s D.R.O.C. hold it down like I`m drowning a manHome run hitting chicks grand slamming `em man Yes, we`re internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages[Fat Joe]Don`t get it fucked up or twisted, Joey the Coke`s about to rip shitAnd end your existance in an instantFor instance, I got button men to rack in instantsInflict pain, step back, Paulie the dentistThe root canal, governments trying to shoot me downFor calling Uncle Sam`s bluff in the Boogie DownTax free, a visit gijante, is who backs meA made man who plays better with PatakiYou ask me, "D.I.T.C., what does that mean?"Diplomatic Immunity when we Taking Cream (Roof!)Enterprise, take a look into these Spanish eyesCabrini Green the color of a man that vanished diesThe man disguised in American ridesWell Armageaddon`s bumping coke and drinking IdesI slide, beep the horn on the 525Ass we passing `em by we toss the peace sign in the sky Yes, we`re internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages[Big L]Ayo I gotta get the cash, gotta get the doughGotta put it in my stash and lay lowHoneys used to walk right past years agoLook at me and laugh, they thought I wouldn`t blowFor real son, it`s a new rebel in townPlaya for life, picture L settling downWhenever I`m around, on your girl`s face is a smileNever copping out, I`m taking all my cases to trialYou knoe my team`s the best, you`ve never seen me stressedI be extremely fresh in the green GSCrusing dumb slow fronting with the gun in my lapSo keep running your trap and I`ll put one in your capI got the street game and weak fame, I won`t buy itNiggas be thinking about sticking me, but don`t try itI know you work, boo, but take a week offSo we can sneak off to a hotel and freak offFellas be jealous because I be going placesI got some open cases but I`m a beat them because I`m holding papersI`m at the dice game headcracking while you rolling acesI keep a stack of them new 100`s with the swollen faces Yes, we`re internationally known To drop a hot poem on the microphone Cause we get stupid, I mean outrageous Running through your town kid, tearing down stages (Repeat 2x)