Текст (слова) песни: Too Short - Buy You Some

Verse one: erick sermon

Whoo! ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh

And you dont stop, ahh 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, 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 roll 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

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!

Verse two: 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-50 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

Cuz 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 phat house with a million stash

You other niggaz got this rap game distorted

Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted

Claim youre gettin paid, but I cant tell

You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell

You talk a good game but I dont believe in you

Be smokin 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

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

Verse three: erick sermon

Shhhhh! you remind me of my phat 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

Verse four: too $hort, mc breed, kool ace

Like some true pioneers, dont forget it

Put the money on the table, lets split it

We got enough gs here to make us both happy

Tell them fans we aint runnin no coke factory

Its $hort dawg the real pimp of the century

Girls get wet every time somebody mention me

I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four

I want it all, thats what I keep stackin for

Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin

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

Lifes 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 runnin your mouth

That street life will keep me tight, Im talkin bout

Gettin green, dolla dolla bills yall

Thats on the real, somethin you can feel yall

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

But aint nuthin they sellin to you but arbor and gail

I mean sprinkle me homey cuz Im bout dollars and cents

And if you aint haulin dollars well you aint holler

In flintid rather dip dip dive, so-socialize

Get loot from the great lakes, west to eastside

You tramp, trick, hach I spit

Undergrade if you aint gettin paid like this

The hours of the atl paves my name

Spittin mr. macker izzer are you still in the game

See I gets paid by the movement of the cut

Ive been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless

Its that, big mack, like scripture is a phat kodeje?

So hide your hoe from me

Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door

Leadin a click thats true, checkin knowin all fifty-two

See, all you tricks, best behave

Its that southern nigga mack from the city of the brave

I got the platinum caul, yes yes yall

So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball

Yeah, now we rollin four deep

Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beats

E double, $hort dawg, kool ace

In the place, and be all but bring you straight horror

Representin money

Buy you some nigga

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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 roll 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 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! Verse two: 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-50 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 Cuz 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 phat house with a million stash You other niggaz got this rap game distorted Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted Claim youre gettin paid, but I cant tell You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I dont believe in you Be smokin 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 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 Verse three: erick sermon Shhhhh! you remind me of my phat 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 Verse four: too $hort, mc breed, kool ace Like some true pioneers, dont forget it Put the money on the table, lets split it We got enough gs here to make us both happy Tell them fans we aint runnin no coke factory Its $hort dawg the real pimp of the century Girls get wet every time somebody mention me I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four I want it all, thats what I keep stackin for Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin And I can tell them how to get it just keep rappin Lifes 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 runnin your mouth That street life will keep me tight, Im talkin bout Gettin green, dolla dolla bills yall Thats on the real, somethin you can feel yall Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale But aint nuthin they sellin to you but arbor and gail I mean sprinkle me homey cuz Im bout dollars and cents And if you aint haulin dollars well you aint holler In flintid rather dip dip dive, so-socialize Get loot from the great lakes, west to eastside You tramp, trick, hach I spit Undergrade if you aint gettin paid like this The hours of the atl paves my name Spittin mr. macker izzer are you still in the game See I gets paid by the movement of the cut Ive been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless Its that, big mack, like scripture is a phat kodeje? So hide your hoe from me Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door Leadin a click thats true, checkin knowin all fifty-two See, all you tricks, best behave Its that southern nigga mack from the city of the brave I got the platinum caul, yes yes yall So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball Yeah, now we rollin four deep Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beats E double, $hort dawg, kool ace In the place, and be all but bring you straight horror Representin money Buy you some nigga Нравится песня? 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