Foundation - D.I.T.C./AG.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : R. Hall/A. Barnes/R. Lemay/J. Kirkland/O. Credle
[00:00.76] 作曲 : R. Hall/A. Barnes/R. Lemay/J. Kirkland/O. Credle
[00:01.53]Yo, yo, yo ..
[00:01.71]Chorus: [Diamond D]
[00:02.19]We love the foundation, time to lock shit down
[00:04.80]Ladies look no more we got this
[00:07.05]D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit
[00:09.06]And while you busy poppin' shit we're poppin' Cris
[00:11.49]Ain't no stoppin' this like, ?
[00:13.71]See it's all laced out wearing rocks and shit
[00:16.08]On the set niggas start to flex glocking shit
[00:18.42]Hating when we come through ya metropolis
[00:20.28][Dimaond D]
[00:20.67]I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
[00:23.25]Expensive whips, first-class trips
[00:25.71]Seven days cruises, honey don't trip
[00:28.11]Excel class if ya heard room fit
[00:30.36]Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me
[00:32.70]Tiffany labs, ?
[00:33.96]H-class minerals with no floors in it
[00:37.26]Be one two, with the windows all tinnit
[00:39.57]And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it
[00:42.09]Everything is paid for, mami not rent it
[00:44.40]Two albums deep, it's all documented
[00:46.77]Y'all little monkeys gon' see in a minute
[00:49.08]Look, G-O-L-D in a minute
[00:51.33]'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !
[00:54.03]It's Di-a-mond D on ya set
[00:56.04]Throwin' all G's and charge a jet
[00:57.72][O.C.]
[00:58.26]I'm doin' time in the rap game
[01:00.03]Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same
[01:02.76]My slang keep comin' steady num in ya brain
[01:05.10]Like substers abusin' lies for shit
[01:07.59]I get ya open, my stuff be pokin'
[01:10.02]Two pulls a past for three niggas smoking
[01:12.51]It's no joking when it comes to this
[01:14.37]On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris'
[01:16.74]With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet
[01:19.08]Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash
[01:21.51]For the future, treat more wis' than Peter Luger
[01:23.94]For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?
[01:26.40]Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks
[01:30.84]For this I got love, not lust
[01:32.85]If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna ****!
[01:48.63][CHORUS]
[01:51.33][A.G.]
[01:54.78]My flow, be sicker than yours
[01:56.94]Hoes, bounce gimme some mo'
[01:58.77]Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough
[02:01.11]Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough
[02:03.45]I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes
[02:05.85]That's my ice that roll and light the dro'
[02:08.04]Love is love, y'all niggas gettin' sheisht with yours
[02:10.50]Diamond beats hittin' harder than Tyson blows
[02:12.84]I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow
[02:15.09]Claim you don't like the flow, when you want to bite the flow
[02:17.49]Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin' Bugsy
[02:20.22]Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly
[02:22.20]I rock mines and cop top of the line cars
[02:24.57]Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars
[02:26.97]Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars
[02:29.19]To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars
[02:31.53][Lord Finesse]
[02:31.86]Niggas is finito, when me and my peeps blow
[02:33.99]Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo' sho
[02:36.72]We straight, better see yaselfves
[02:38.58]We seein' more chips than the ?
[02:40.59]On a club night we hillin', watching the thugs fight
[02:43.44]Iced out, bitches shimmering like flood-lights
[02:45.72]Rolling with grimy niggas, dirty like mud-fights
[02:48.12]Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light
[02:50.43]Steady balling, why you stop the thing
[02:52.38]Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink
[02:54.81]On some slick shit, dress-up dip shit
[02:57.15]Floors with rocks and stones you don't mind getting hit with
[03:00.03]Don't sleep, me and my crew's deep
[03:01.92]Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet
[03:04.32]Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst
[03:06.72]Bitches freestylin; nowadays you pay first
[03:20.94][CHORUS]