Fat Gold Chain Lyrics

Fat Gold Chain lyrics

[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