Текст (слова) песни: D.I.T.C. - Foundation

Yo, yo, yo ..

Chorus: [Diamond D]
We love the foundation, time to lock shit
Ladies look no more we got this
D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit
And while you busy poppin` shit we`re poppin` Cris
Ain`t no stoppin` this like, ?
See it`s all laced out wearing rocks and shit
On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit
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 don`t 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, it`s all documented
Y`all 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 !
It`s Di-a-mond D on ya set
Throwin` all G`s and charge a jet

[ O.C. ]
I`m 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 cocaine
I get ya open, my stuff be pokin`
Two pulls a past for three niggaz smoking
It`s 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 fuck!

[ 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
That`s my ice that roll and light the dro`
Love is love, y`all niggas gettin` sheisht with yours
Diamond beats hittin` harder than Tyson blows
I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow
Claim you don`t 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]
Niggas 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, nigga shining like flug-lights
Rolling with grimy niggas, 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 shit, dress-up dip shit
Floors with rocks and stones you don`t mind getting hit with
Don`t sleep, me and my crew`s deep
Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet
Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst
Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first

[ CHORUS ]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: D.I.T.C. - Foundation Yo, yo, yo .. Chorus: [Diamond D] We love the foundation, time to lock shit Ladies look no more we got this D.I.T.C. spits the hot shit And while you busy poppin` shit we`re poppin` Cris Ain`t no stoppin` this like, ? See it`s all laced out wearing rocks and shit On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit 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 don`t 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, it`s all documented Y`all 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 ! It`s Di-a-mond D on ya set Throwin` all G`s and charge a jet [ O.C. ] I`m 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 cocaine I get ya open, my stuff be pokin` Two pulls a past for three niggaz smoking It`s 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 fuck! [ 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 That`s my ice that roll and light the dro` Love is love, y`all niggas gettin` sheisht with yours Diamond beats hittin` harder than Tyson blows I might explode, once I grab the mic and blow Claim you don`t 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] Niggas 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, nigga shining like flug-lights Rolling with grimy niggas, 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 shit, dress-up dip shit Floors with rocks and stones you don`t mind getting hit with Don`t sleep, me and my crew`s deep Whether in the air, on four wheels or two feet Salute the new chiefs and the feel we stay thirst Fuck freestylin; nowadays you pay first [ CHORUS ] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Foundation: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/12382.html Все тексты песен: D.I.T.C. » D.I.T.C. - D.I.T.C. » D.I.T.C. - Weekend Nights » D.I.T.C. - Foundation » D.I.T.C. - Champagne Thoughts * Рекомендуем скачать: » Застольные песни - Песня о хорошем настроении » Звездинский Михаил - Берегите, женщины, мужчин » Застольные песни - Тонкая рябина » Зинур Миналиев - Среднеазиатские страдания русскоязычного населения » Зоя Ященко - Океан » Застольные песни - В лесу прифронтовом » Застольные песни - По диким степям Забайкалья » Золотое кольцо - Огней так много золотых » Злата Кудинова - Неплохие человеки » Зоя Ященко, Олег Заливако - Подросток » Застольные песни - Москвичи » Застольные песни - Не жалею, не зову, не плачу » Зинур Миналиев - Зимний вальс » Застольные песни - Песня пожарного » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Темный Му » Зоя Ященко, Олег Заливако - Только музыка » Золотое кольцо - Шальное лето » Застольные песни - Ласковая песня » Звездинский Михаил - Очарована, околдована » Застольные песни - Я тебе дарил цветы
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