- Def Squad Fat Gold Chain 歌詞
- Def Squad
- Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, what the ***** you thought?
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when i swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there i swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now *****
Five hundred s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track record
Everything i touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean? i rolled the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, i trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz i be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's that?
I stick and move on tracks while i smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock? that's bull*****t
Suck my ***** and get a big fat lick of my *****
You wanna brawl? punk i thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, i wanna ***** her
Psych, i already stuck her
Huh, i got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all *****z know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
[too $hort]
I made a half a million in a week
And every ***** on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g hooked it up
Now we trying to squash all that east/west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of *****z with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a million stashed
You other *****z got this rap game distorted
Givin dat's to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but i can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but i don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but i got mo' ***** than you
I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wi*****n you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
*****! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double
[erick onasis]
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the trig jack be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! how you like me now?
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to fame
So i can live it up with the girls on soul train
The impact, major league dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this
[too $hort]
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some *****
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