Def Squad – Fat Gold Chain

Def Squad – Fat Gold Chain Lyrics

Artist: Def Squad
Song: Fat Gold Chain

[erick onasis]
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don’t stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto

E double and too $hort, what the f#ck 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 n#gg#
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 ’cause I be rockin b

Sewin up like monopoly, nobody’s stoppin 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 b#llsh#t

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 f#ck her

Psych, I already stuck her
Huh, 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 $hort, y’all n#gg#z know what’s happenin

Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
[too $hort]
I made a half a million in a week

And every n#gg# on the street got a tape playin me
You can’t 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 n#gg#z with some tight #ss raps
It’s like father dom, it’s like keith murray

Makin 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 nuthin really hard about gettin my cash

A big fat house with a million stashed
You other n#gg#z got this rap game distorted
Givin dat’s to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but I can’t tell

You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but I don’t 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 g’s just to breathe on the mic
b#tch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double

[erick onasis]
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat 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 $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 don’t 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, don’t forget it some n#gg#
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Release Year: 2000