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Fat Gold Chain

[erick onasis]

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 fuck 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 nigga

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 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 sasquatch

Your girl, like keith sweat, i wanna fuck 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 niggaz know what's happenin

Everything he touch goes platinum

Eyeeaaaah!



[too $hort]

I made a half a million in a week

And every nigga 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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' weed than you

I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile

Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles

Wishin you could be in the light

Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic

Bitch! $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 nigga

Def Squad

Fat Gold Chain / Def Squad

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