Buy You Some

Woo! Ah, ah, ay-ah, ah, ah, ah
And you don't stop, ah, ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducing 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 18 years old

So what that mean? I roll the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Crazy hold me doctor me 'cause I be rockin' B
Sewin' 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 20 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 ice pack homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with Too $hort
Y'all niggaz know what's happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eh-yeah!

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, rolling with $hort
Rolled from California all the way to New York
In big Benzes, G hooked it up

Now we tryin' to squas, 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 fat house wit, a million stash
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted

Giving DAT's 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 in 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! $hort Dawg putting it down with the E Double
In the house

Representing money (money, money I got)
Buy you some nigga (money, money I got)