Listen to Buy You Some (feat. Erick Sermon, MC Breed & Kool-Ace) by Too $hort

Buy You Some (feat. Erick Sermon, MC Breed & Kool-Ace)

Too $hort

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Too $hort feat Erick Sermon, MC Breed & Kool Ace - 07 Buy You Some

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Too $hort

Vocals

Erick Sermon

Vocals

Kool-Ace

Vocals

Eric Breed

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Erick Sermon

Songwriter

Stuart Jordan

Songwriter

Todd Shaw

Songwriter

Eric Breed

Songwriter

Brian Fleming

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Shorty B

Producer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Taj "Mahal" Tilghman

Taj "Mahal" Tilghman

Engineer

Ant Banks

Mixing Engineer

Too $hort

Mixing Engineer

Catfish

Engineer

Brian Haught

Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Woo, uh, ah ahaye, ah, ah ah ah, ah ah

And you don't stop, word is bond, word is bond

[Verse 2]

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, who wanna get touched?

Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck

I talk the talk, walk the walk, now ****

500 S drivin' with hand on trigger

Crazy like Stat, 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, hoes be jockin' me 'cause I be rockin' beats

Sew it 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 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

Here's an icepack, homeboy shut the hell up

I rock the mic with Too $hort

Y'all **** know what's happenin'

Everything he touch goes platinum

[Verse 3]

I made a half a million in a week

And every **** 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 this East, West stuff

We spent years in the studio makin' funky tracks

Signed a bunch of **** with some tight ass 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 the song's done

And ain't nothin' really hard about gettin' my cash

A big phat house with a million stashed

You other **** got this rap game distorted

Givin' DATs to the label, straight gettin shorted

Claim you're 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 smoke a lotta blunts, but I got more weed than you

I guess I'll 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 10 G's just to breathe on the mic

Bitch!

$hort Dogg puttin' it down with the E Double

[Verse 4]

Shh! You remind me of my phat gold chain

Some of y'all are just small change

Three of us with true, true game

Yeah, yeah

Dig this y'all, my Music is dangerous

"Atomic Dog", coming through the smog with $hort Dawg

Ah! Quick with the trig'

"Jack Be Nimble"

I shoot like G Mob at those lookin' through my window

Chik chik pow! How you like me now?

The man in the mirror, it don't get no clearer

$hort Dogg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick

Like girls in C-A-U with the good Power-U

Ow! 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 Dog, show em how we bust this

[Verse 5]

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 the FEDS we ain't runnin' no coke factory

It's $hort Dogg the real pimp of the century

Girls get wet every time somebody mention me

I was known for my mackin' back in '84

I want it all, that's 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'

Life's a battle, can't afford to lose, son

So many ways to get paid, you got to choose one

[Verse 6]

Now some of the ways to get paid

I choose one and I'm out

That street life will keep me tight, I'm talkin 'bout

Gettin' "C.R.E.A.M.", dolla dolla bills y'all

That's on the real, somethin' you can feel y'all

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

But ain't nothin' they sellin' to you up at Harvard or Yale

I mean, sprinkle me homie

'Cause I'm 'bout dollars and cents

And if you ain't hollerin' dollars

Well you ain't holler in Flint

I'd rather dip dip dive, so-socialize

Get loot from the Great Lakes, West to Eastside

Or a tramp, trick (Hack), I spit

On your grave if you ain't gettin' paid like this

[Verse 7]

The hours of the ATL paints my name

Spittin' Mr. Macka-Ace, are you still in the game?

See, I gets paid by the movement of the foot

I've been summoned by the counselor, to testify and bless

It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat Kod-E-J-E?

So hide your hoe from me

Southern ambassador, knockin' at your door

With' a clique that's true, checkin' knowin' all 52

See, all you tricks, best behave

It's that Southern ****, Mack from the "City of the Brave"

I got the platinum call, yes, yes y'all

So pass me to 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, Cool Ace

In the place, and beyond

We bringin' straight horror

[Verse 8]

Representin' money

Buy you some, ****

Written by: Brian Fleming, Eric Breed, Erick Sermon, Stuart Jordan, Todd Shaw

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