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Текст песни D.I.T.C. - Foundation

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Yo, yo, yo ..Chorus: [Diamond D]We love the foundation, time to lock shitLadies look no more we got thisD.I.T.C. spits the hot shit And while you busy poppin` shit we`re poppin` CrisAin`t no stoppin` this like, ?See it`s all laced out wearing rocks and shitOn the set niggas start to cockglocking shitHating when we come through ya metropolis[Dimaond D]I like the finer things in life, rings and bikesExpensive whips, first-class tripsSeven days cruises, honey don`t tripExcel class if ya heard room fitPlatinum cars, givin` no credit to meTiffany labs, ?H-class minerals with no floors in itBe one two, with the windows all tinnitAnd I be all in it, for Tommy Hil` send itEverything is paid for, mami not rent itTwo albums deep, it`s all documentedY`all little monkeys gon` see in a minuteLook, G-O-L-D in a minute`Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !It`s Di-a-mond D on ya setThrowin` all G`s and charge a jet[ O.C. ]I`m doin` time in the rap gameSorta like a beered up North all one and the sameMy slang keep comin` steady num in ya brainLike substers abusin` lies for cocaineI get ya open, my stuff be pokin`Two pulls a past for three niggaz smokingIt`s no joking when it comes to thisOn occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris`With a wrist full of ice on the braceletTrade rhymes in for cash, money I stashFor the future, treat more wis` than Peter LugerFor lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucksFor this I got love, not lustIf I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna fuck![ CHORUS ][A.G.]My flow, be sicker than yoursHoes, bounce gimme some mo`Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some doughWanna track from me? Then gimme some doughI sport those type of flows that excite the hoesThat`s my ice that roll and light the dro`Love is love, y`all niggas gettin` sheisht with yoursDiamond beats hittin` harder than Tyson blowsI might explode, once I grab the mic and blowClaim you don`t like the flow, when you want to bite the flowPop bubbly, catch me in the club playin` BugsyGet Dirty like ?, it could get uglyI rock mines and cop top of the line carsThen charge you twentie-thou`, only drop nine barsSlight the tight men, cop about nine jarsTo trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars[Lord Finesse]Niggas is finito, when my and my peeps blowName it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo` shoWe straight, better see yaselfvesWe seein` more chips than the ?On a club night we hillin`, watching the thugs fightIced out, nigga shining like flug-lightsRolling with grimy niggas, dirty like mud-fightsThrowing it up, while you sipping on Bud-LightSteady balling, why you stop the thingBlind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drinkOn some slick shit, dress-up dip shitFloors with rocks and stones you don`t mind getting hit withDon`t sleep, me and my crew`s deepWhether in the air, on four wheels or two feetSalute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirstFuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first[ CHORUS ]

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