Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thick , by - D.I.T.C.. Song from the album D.I.T.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Thick |
| Worldwide |
| Time to handle our biz |
| Down with the crew called diggin' in the crates |
| Thick is how I got my whole click to sound |
| Thick is how we gets down from town to town |
| If you didn’t know this click can’t be touched |
| If your click ain’t thick you ain’t fucking with us |
| We on a world tour with Midnight Mauraders and such |
| I’m at the table like the Godfather smoking a dutch |
| Controlling the bucks, I roll with enough |
| Niggas that’ll blow in the clutch |
| Not only holding we bust |
| The fat raps, so pass that and let me hit it |
| Got me gassed, black, skins was mad fat |
| She flipped it, Bronx is equipped with, niggas that’ll rip shit |
| Studios get blown from D&D to Mystic |
| With this shit, I’ll bomb the nation from a distance |
| The jewels, gotta have patience plus persistance |
| We rock glass like Rockford |
| Waiting for bottles to pop in the condo bottles get rocked |
| To sum up my career from bottom to top |
| Now we in the thick of it, and you don’t stop |
| Thick is how I got my whole click to sound |
| Thick is how we gets down from town to town |
| If you didn’t know this click can’t be touched |
| If your click ain’t thick you ain’t fucking with us |
| Check it |
| I be puffing blunts in the house sexing stunts on the couch |
| This year, a lot of frauds might get punched in their mouth |
| For when your wife see me, she don’t know how to act |
| So don’t be mad when I blow out her back, for real |
| Your whole team a bunch of pooh-puts who made a few bucks |
| Date a few sluts then y’all start running your lips a little too much |
| My whole crew wild, sneakers new now |
| We go to clubs, hit the bar, and trip 2 thou |
| Other MCs ain’t got a chance at all |
| Cause Big L Corleone is too advanced for y’all |
| Chicks can never walk away cause they like the sex |
| Flamboyant is the label that writes the checks |
| I’m a pimped-out nigga that walks with canes |
| Talk with slang, ball from New York to Spain |
| Haters E-N-V-Y me B-I-G |
| Cause I’m V.I.P. |
| til I D-I-E, what? |
| Thick is how I got my whole click to sound |
| Thick is how we gets down from town to town |
| If you didn’t know this click can’t be touched |
| If your click ain’t thick you ain’t fucking with us |
| I spark light with the pen, drink O.J. |
| with gin |
| Rock Tims with my laces untied |
| Cruise in the city on 17 inches, ride past wenches |
| Past the projects, thugs chilling on the benches |
| Profile low as if I had an ill vengence |
| Life on earth is just a death sentence |
| Fuck it, alpha omega, arm lega lega arm |
| With cold steel if you pose a threat to my neighbor |
| D-I double G I-N, I-N T-H-E Crates, lock shit times ten |
| Dive in, become part of a cliche, that art of an expert |
| Your honor from New York to Florida |
| Chicks rush the corridors, chicks try to star with us |
| Besides rolling thick my whole crew be marvelous |
| Thick is how I got my whole click to sound |
| Thick is how we gets down from town to town |
| If you didn’t know this click can’t be touched |
| If your click ain’t thick you ain’t fucking with us |