[erick onasis]
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you dont 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, its my thing when I swing
Im 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, nobodys stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, hows that?
I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e cant rock? thats 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
Heres an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, yall niggaz know whats 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 cant 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
Its like father dom, its like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it aint no hurry
Cause we all in it for the long run
I wont leave the studio until a songs done
And aint nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a million stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I cant tell
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I dont 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 gs 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 yall are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this yall, 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 dont 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, dont forget it some nigga
