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Текст (слова) песни: Erick Onasis f Too $hort - 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

 

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