作词 : About Face, Gooden, L.A. Dre ... 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 bull*****t Suck my ***** and get a big fat lick of my ***** You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like SasquatchYour girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna ***** 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 *****z know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every ***** 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 *****z 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 *****z 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 ***** than you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle Wi*****ng you could be in the light Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic *****, 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 ***** 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 *****
作词 : About Face, Gooden, L.A. Dre ... 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 bull*****t Suck my ***** and get a big fat lick of my ***** You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like SasquatchYour girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna ***** 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 *****z know what's happening Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah I made a half a million in a week And every ***** 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 *****z 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 *****z 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 ***** than you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle Wi*****ng you could be in the light Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic *****, 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 ***** 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 *****
