D.I.T.C. - Rock Shyt lyrics

Yo, yo, yo .. Chorus: [Diamond D] We love the foundation, time to lock sh** Ladies look no more we got this D.I.T.C. spits the hot sh** And while you busy poppin' sh** we're poppin' Cris Ain't no stoppin' this like, ? See it's all laced out wearing rocks and sh** On the set n***as start to co*kglocking sh** Hating when we come through ya metropolis [Dimaond D] I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes Expensive whips, first-cla** trips Seven days cruises, honey don't trip Excel cla** if ya heard room fit Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me Tiffany labs, ? H-cla** 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 c**aine I get ya open, my stuff be pokin' Two pulls a past for three n***as 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 f**! [ Hook ] [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 n***as 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 rugby, 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] n***as 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, n***a shining like flug-lights Rolling with grimy n***as, 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 sh**, dress-up dip sh** 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 f** freestylin; nowadays you pay first [ Hook ]