Beneath the diamonds

[Twista]

Ohh, that's that smooth shit

(Twista! L.A.D.! Devin the Dude!)

We 'bout to do this shit like this

Yo Drama, take that shit back for 'em one time (uh-oh!)

Ha ha, cocaine in the flesh

Been in the game since Brand Nubian was spittin, reign of the tec

I done spit lyrics for DJ Jam Master Jay and Kid Capri now it's DJ Drama;

now you all on the dick lil' mama?

Where the fuck was you at when a nigga was on the block? (where you at?)

When the nigga was drivin dirty Nikes with no knot (where you at?)

Before the Billboard #1 spot

It was so hard to get a bitch to get down and suck on a cock

Before rockin the Bentley and I got so popular

Thuggin with the GD's you wouldn't see me even with binoculars

Steady actin like you ain't been ran through

Never gave a nigga no pussy now you sweatin and talkin 'bout you a fan too

Before the Vin houses and the trucks and Impalas

Tell me where was you at when the nigga needed a couple of dollars

I remember her off the block, now I can't fuck with lil' mama

Walk off on that hoe, I'd rather let another bitch holla

[Chorus: Mr. Porter]

Spend the rest of the life in the trap bein grimy (oh yeah)

On the grind tryin to stay out the county (ohh)

Limit ties when I ain't had no money (oh yeah)

Got bread now, these bitches all on me

Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes)

The lights, the bling, and ohh

Ohh ohh ohh, diamonds and gold

Underneath all the diamonds still cold, yeahhh

[Là the Darkman]

Yeah, L.A.D., uhh...

Bitches used to say "ugh," now I got pull

My life like Ace, from "Paid in Full"

Low like a turtle, my queen mad fertile

Run a marathon, same time, jumpin hurdles

Put a broad on a plane, brick in her girdle

Why I'm still here, got my life in gear

Fuckin a rich white bitch like Britney Spears

Runnin in her hard like a car hit a deer

Live life no fear, boxed in like a square

Two Coronas with lime, sip my beer

My vision's so clear from the front to the rear

That's why I'm reclined in a La-Z-Boy chair

Can't see me like I'm air, but I'm there

Mean I'm here, like Ray Lewis or Steve McNair

Real Hall-of-Famer, real big gamer

Semi-automatic or a four-fifth flamer, blaow!

[Chorus]

[Devin the Dude]

It's a blessin to be still in the game

Considerin where I came from the music changed

Some would continue to hang

I'm... right where I oughta be

Whatever obstacle in the way, won't let it bother me

Grindin since the early teens in my dirty jeans

Now I'm on the scene fulfillin my worldly dreams

So get yours, I'll get mine in due time

We'll be able to survive some lunatic rhymes

But nowadays you gotta find different ways

to keep your pockets on fat; who got it? Where it's at?

Shit, you gotta go get it

The road you gotta hit it, the show money's splitted

Yeah, and if everybody wit it we can make somethin happen

With the push of these buttons and some cut-cuttin and scratchin

I've been rappin for years, and I think I'm gonna

sang or do anything other than slang on the corners

I'm gone

[Chorus]