Fat Gold Chain Lyrics - Singles - Def Squad

[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 'cause 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