Buy You Some

Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond

Now introducing the sound from the ghetto

E Double and

Too Short, what the fuck you thought?

I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when

I swingI'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 driving with hand on trigger

Crazy Lestat, check my track record

Everything

I touch is gold since eighteen years old

So what that mean?

I roll the blunt

And puff the indo smoke in it,

I trip in a minute

Crazy holy doctor holding me 'cause

I be rocking

BSewing up like monopoly, nobody's stopping 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

SasquatchYour girl, like

Keith Sweat,

I wanna fuck her

Psych, I already stuck her

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 Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening

Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah

I made a half a million in a week

And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me

You can't believe it?

Erick Sermon, rolling with

ShortRolled from

California all the way to

New YorkIn big

Benzes, G-50 up

Now we trying to squash all that east west stuff

We spent years in the studio making funky tracks

Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps

It's like

Father Dom, it's like

Keith Murray

Making 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 nothing really hard about getting my cash

A big phat house with a million stash

You other niggaz got this rap game distorted

Giving DATs to the label, straight getting shorted

Claim you're getting paid but

I can't tell

You keep rapping in my ear got me mad as hell

You talk a good game but

I don't believe in you

Be smoking lotta blunts but

I got more weed than you

I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile

Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle

Wishing you could be in the light

Promoters pay me ten

G's just to breathe on the mic

Bitch, Short

Dawg putting it down with the

E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat 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

Short Dawg

Ahh, quick with the trig

Jack be nimble

I shoot like

G Mob goes lifting through my window

Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now?

The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer

Short Dawg, the

E Double and

Breed we roll thick

Like girls in

C.A.U. with the good power-

UOww, 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,

Short Dawg, show em how we bust this

Like some true pioneers, don't forget it

Put the money on the table, let's split it

We got enough

G's here to make us both happy

Tell them fans we ain't running no coke factory

It's Short

Dawg the real pimp of the century

Girls get wet every time somebody mention me

I was known for my macking back in eighty-four

I want it all, that's what

I keep stacking for

Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having

And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping

Life's a battle, headed for the new sun

So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one

Now some of the ways to get paid out is running your mouth

That street life will keep me tight,

I'm talking 'bout

Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y'all

That's on the real, something you can feel y'all

Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale

But ain't nothing they selling to you but

Arbor and

GailI mean

Sprinkle Me homey 'cause

I'm 'bout dollars and cents

And if you ain't hauling dollars, well, you ain't holler

In FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so socialize

Get loot from the

Great Lakes,

West to Eastside

You tramp, trick, hach,

I spitUndergrade if you ain't getting paid like this

The hours of the

ATL paves my name

Spitting Mr.

Macker izzer are you still in the game

See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut

I've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless

It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat

Kodeje?So hide your hoe from me

Southern ambassador, knocking at your door

Leading a click that's true, checking knowing all fifty-two

See, all you tricks, best behave

It's that

Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave

I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, y'all, so plant me

With the green and them hoes and we can big ball

Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing

Relaxing and maxing to

Short and these beats

E Double,

Short Dawg,

Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror

Representing money, buy you some nigga