Buy You Some

Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
And you dont stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing the sound from the ghetto
E Double and
Too Short, what the fuck you thought?
I come with the ruckus, its my thing when
I swingIm 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 nigga
Five hundred
S driving with hand on trigger
Crazy Lestat, check my track record
Everything
I touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean?
I roll the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it ,
I trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holding me cause
I be rocking
BSewing up like monopoly, nobodys stopping me
Dig it, Funkdafied like
Brat, hows that ?
I stick and move on tracks while
I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the
E cant rock?
Thats bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl?
Punk I thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like
SasquatchYour girl, like
Keith Sweat,
I wanna fuck her
Psych, I already stuck her
I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Heres an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with
Too Short, yall niggaz know whats happening
Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me
You cant believe it?
Erick Sermon, rolling with
ShortRolled from
California all the way to
New YorkIn big
Benzes, G-50 up
Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff
We spent years in the studio making funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
Its like
Father Dom, its like
Keith Murray
Making millionaires but it aint no hurry
Cause we all in it for the long run
I wont leave the studio until a songs done
And aint nothing really hard about getting my cash
A big phat house with a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Giving DATs to the label, straight getting shorted
Claim youre getting paid but
I cant tell
You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but
I dont believe in you
Be smoking lotta blunts but
I got more weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle
Wishing you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten
Gs just to breathe on the mic
Bitch, Short
Dawg putting it down with the
E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat gold chain
Some of yall are just small change
Be a boss with true true game, yeah, yeah
Dig this yall, my music is dangerous
Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with
Short Dawg
Ahh, quick with the trig
Jack be nimble
I shoot like
G Mob goes lifting through my window
Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now?
The man in the mirrorit dont get no clearer
Short Dawg, the
E Double and
Breed we roll thick
Like girls in
C.A.U. with the good power-
UOww, 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,
Short Dawg, show em how we bust this
Like some true pioneers, dont forget it
Put the money on the table, lets split it
We got enough
Gs here to make us both happy
Tell them fans we aint running no coke factory
Its Short
Dawg the real pimp of the century
Girls get wet every time somebody mention me
I was known for my macking back in eighty-four
I want it all, thats what
I keep stacking for
Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having
And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping
Lifes a battle, headed for the new sun
So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one
Now some of the ways to get paid out is running your mouth
That street life will keep me tight,
Im talking bout
Getting green, dolla, dolla bills yall
Thats on the real, something you can feel yall
Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale
But aint nothing they selling to you but
Arbor and
GailI mean
Sprinkle Me homey cause
Im bout dollars and cents
And if you aint hauling dollars, well, you aint holler
In FlintId rather dip dip dive, so socialize
Get loot from the
Great Lakes,
West toEastside
You tramp, trick, hach,
I spitUndergrade if you aint getting paid like this
The hours of the
ATL paves my name
Spitting Mr.
Macker izzer are you still in the game
See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut
Ive been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless
Its that, big mack, like scripture is a phat
Kodeje ?So hide your hoe from me
Southern ambassador, knocking at your door
Leading a click thats true, checking knowing all fifty-two
See, all you tricks, best behave
Its that
Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave
I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, yall, so plant me
With the green and them hoes and we can big ball
Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing
Relaxing and maxing to
Short and these beats
E Double,
Short Dawg,
Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror
Representing money, buy you some nigga