Foundation – D.I.T.C – letras

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 shitAnd 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 ]