- Foundation 歌詞 AG Diamond D Lord Finesse D.I.T.C. O.C.
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- AG Diamond D Lord Finesse D.I.T.C. O.C.
- Yo, yo, yo ..
Chorus: [Diamond D]
We love the foundation, time to lock *******t
Ladies look no more we got this
D.I.T.C. spits the hot *******t
And while you busy poppin *******t were poppin Cris
Aint no stoppin this like, ?
See its all laced out wearing rocks and *******t
On the set *****s start to ****glocking *******t
Hating when we come through ya metropolis
[Dimaond D]
I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
Expensive whips, first-class trips
Seven days cruises, honey dont trip
Excel class if ya heard room fit
Platinum cars, givin no credit to me
Tiffany labs, ?
H-class minerals with no floors in it
Be one two, with the windows all tinnit
And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil send it
Everything is paid for, mami not rent it
Two albums deep, its all documented
Yall little monkeys gon see in a minute
Look, G-O-L-D in a minute
Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !
Its Di-a-mond D on ya set
Throwin all Gs and charge a jet
[O.C.]
Im doin time in the rap game
Sorta like a beered up North all one and the same
My slang keep comin steady num in ya brain
Like substers abusin lies for *******
I get ya open, my stuff be pokin
Two pulls a past for three *****z smoking
Its no joking when it comes to this
On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris
With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet
Trade rhymes in for cash, money I stash
For the future, treat more wis than Peter Luger
For lyrical fitness I train with ?Luke Luva?
Incorporate lyrical bust with fist to custwit style for a million bucks
For this I got love, not lust
If I lay her down with no fear than it means I wanna *****!
[CHORUS]
[A.G.]
My flow, be sicker than yours
Hoes, bounce gimme some mo
Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough
Wanna track from me? Then gimme some dough
I sport those type of flows that excite the hoes
Thats my ice that roll and light the dro
Love is love, yall *****s gettin sheisht with yours
Diamond beats hittin harder than Tyson blows
I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow
Claim you dont like the flow, when you want to bite the flow
Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin Bugsy
Get Dirty like ?, it could get ugly
I rock mines and cop top of the line cars
Then charge you twentie-thou, only drop nine bars
Slight the tight men, cop about nine jars
To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars
[Lord Finesse]
*****s is finito, when my and my peeps blow
Name it the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo sho
We straight, better see yaselfves
We seein more chips than the ?
On a club night we hillin, watching the thugs fight
Iced out, ***** *******ning like flug-lights
Rolling with grimy *****s, dirty like mud-fights
Throwing it up, while you sipping on Bud-Light
Steady balling, why you stop the thing
Blind you with rocks and links, make ya drop ya drink
On some slick *******t, dress-up dip *******t
Floors with rocks and stones you dont mind getting hit with
Dont sleep, me and my crews deep
Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet
Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst
** *** freestylin; nowadays you pay first
[CHORUS]
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