Foundation

Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo .. Chorus: [Diamond D] We got 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, pot and ses See it's all laced out wearing rocks and shit On the set niggas start to cockblock and shit Hating when we come through your 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 SL class if ya heard from fit Platinum cards, with no credit limit Tiffany lamps, certified authentic H-class minerals with no floors in it Be one two, with the windows all tinted And I'll be all in it, Tommy Hill said it Everything is paid for, mami not rented 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, and the Benz bubble black, hater! It's diamonte on ya set Throwin' all G's and charge a jet [ O.C. ] I'm doin' time in the rap game Sorta like a bid up North, both one and the same My slang keep comin' steady numbin ya brain Like substance abuse, some lines are cocaine I get ya open, my stuff be potent' Two pulls a pass for three niggas 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 Duva Incorporate lyrical bust with, fist to cuss with, style worth a million bucks For this I got love, not lust If I lay her down with no fear then I means I wanna fuck! [ Hook ] [A.G.] My flow, be sicker than yours Hoes, bounce gimme some mo' Wanna rap with me? Then gimme some dough Want a track from me? Then gimme some dough I sport those type of clothes that excite the hoes That's why ice the 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, will wanna bite the flow Pop bubbly, catch me in the club playin' Bugsy Get Dirty like rugby, it could get ugly I rock mines and cop top of the line cars Then charge you twentie-thou', only drop nine bars Slide the dike men, cop about nine jars To trig or tone come home while we rap when you behind bars [Lord Finesse] Niggas is finito, when me and my peeps blow Name at the game, stack dough and keep blow, fo' sho We straight, better see yaselfves We seein' more chips than the qibla else On a club night we chillin', watching the thugs fight Iced out, nigga shining like floodlights 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, dipshit Floss 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 [ Hook ]