Def Squad - Fat Gold Chain Lyrics
[erick onasis]Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahhAnd you dont stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bondNow introducin the sound from the ghettoE double and too $hort, what the ***** you thought?I come with the ruckus, its my thing when I swingIm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gatWho out there I swear boy wanna get touchedRoll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duckI talk the talk, walk the walk, now niggaFive hundred s drivin with hand on triggerCrazy lestat, check my track recordEverything I touch is gold since eighteen years oldSo what that mean? I rolled the bluntAnd puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minuteCrazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin bSewin up like monopoly, nobodys stoppin meDig it, funkdafied like brat, hows that?I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sackWho said the e cant rock? thats bullshitSuck my dick and get a big fat lick of my ballsYou wanna brawl? punk I thought notYou might get beat down and stomped like sasquatchYour girl, like keith sweat, I wanna ***** herPsych, I already stuck herHuh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell upHeres an icepack - homeboy shut the hell upI rock the mic with too $hort, yall niggaz know whats happeninEverything he touch goes platinumEyeeaaaah![too $hort]I made a half a million in a weekAnd every nigga on the street got a tape playin meYou cant believe it? erick sermon, rollin with $hortRolled from california all the way to new yorkIn big benzes, g hooked it upNow we trying to squash all that east/west stuffWe spent years in the studio makin funky tracksSigned a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass rapsIts like father dom, its like keith murrayMakin millionaires but it aint no hurryCause we all in it for the long runI wont leave the studio until a songs doneAnd aint nuthin really hard about gettin my cashA big fat house with a million stashedYou other niggaz got this rap game distortedGivin dats to the label, straight gettin shortedClaim you gettin paid, but I cant tellYou keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hellYou talk a good game but I dont believe in youYou smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo weed than youI guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhileAnother face in the crowd bustin freestylesWishin you could be in the lightPromoters pay me ten gs 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 chainSome of yall are just small changeBe a boss with true true gameYeah yeahDig this yall, my music is dangerousAtomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawgAhhh! quick with the trig jack be nimbleI shoot like g mob goes liftin through my windowChik chik pow! how you like me now?The man in the mirror it dont get no clearer$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thickLike girls in c.a.u. with the good power-uOwww! money is the key to fameSo I can live it up with the girls on soul trainThe impact, major league dough like dave justiceYo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this[too $hort]Like some true pioneers, dont forget it some nigga
