Buy You Some Lyrics
| Song | Buy You Some |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Gettin' It (Album Number Ten) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : About Face, Gooden, L.A. Dre ... | |
| Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh | |
| And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond | |
| Now introducing the sound from the ghetto | |
| E Double and | |
| Too Short, what the fuck you thought? | |
| I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when | |
| I swingI'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 driving 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 holding me 'cause | |
| I be rocking | |
| BSewing 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 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 | |
| SasquatchYour 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 Short, y'all niggaz know what's happening | |
| Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah | |
| I made a half a million in a week | |
| And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me | |
| You can't believe it? | |
| Erick Sermon, rolling with | |
| ShortRolled from | |
| California all the way to | |
| New YorkIn big | |
| Benzes, G-50 up | |
| Now we trying to squash 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 phat house with a million stash | |
| You other niggaz got this rap game distorted | |
| Giving DATs 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 than 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, Short | |
| Dawg putting it down with the | |
| E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat 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 | |
| Short Dawg | |
| Ahh, quick with the trig | |
| Jack be nimble | |
| I shoot like | |
| G Mob goes lifting through my window | |
| Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now? | |
| The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer | |
| Short Dawg, the | |
| E Double and | |
| Breed we roll thick | |
| Like girls in | |
| C.A.U. with the good power- | |
| UOww, 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, | |
| Short Dawg, show em how we bust this | |
| 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 them fans we ain't running no coke factory | |
| It's Short | |
| Dawg the real pimp of the century | |
| Girls get wet every time somebody mention me | |
| I was known for my macking back in eighty-four | |
| I want it all, that's what | |
| I keep stacking for | |
| Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having | |
| And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping | |
| Life's 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 running your mouth | |
| That street life will keep me tight, | |
| I'm talking 'bout | |
| Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y'all | |
| That's on the real, something you can feel y'all | |
| Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale | |
| But ain't nothing they selling to you but | |
| Arbor and | |
| GailI mean | |
| Sprinkle Me homey 'cause | |
| I'm 'bout dollars and cents | |
| And if you ain't hauling dollars, well, you ain't holler | |
| In FlintI'd rather dip dip dive, so socialize | |
| Get loot from the | |
| Great Lakes, | |
| West to Eastside | |
| You tramp, trick, hach, | |
| I spitUndergrade if you ain't getting paid like this | |
| The hours of the | |
| ATL paves my name | |
| Spitting Mr. | |
| Macker izzer are you still in the game | |
| See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut | |
| I've been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless | |
| It's that, big mack, like scripture is a phat | |
| Kodeje?So hide your hoe from me | |
| Southern ambassador, knocking at your door | |
| Leading a click that's true, checking knowing all fifty-two | |
| See, all you tricks, best behave | |
| It's that | |
| Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave | |
| I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, y'all, so plant me | |
| With the green and them hoes and we can big ball | |
| Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing | |
| Relaxing and maxing to | |
| Short and these beats | |
| E Double, | |
| Short Dawg, | |
| Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror | |
| Representing money, buy you some nigga |
| zuo ci : About Face, Gooden, L. A. Dre ... | |
| Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh | |
| And you don' t stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond | |
| Now introducing the sound from the ghetto | |
| E Double and | |
| Too Short, what the fuck you thought? | |
| I come with the ruckus, it' s my thing when | |
| I swingI' 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 driving 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 holding me ' cause | |
| I be rocking | |
| BSewing 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 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 | |
| SasquatchYour 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 Short, y' all niggaz know what' s happening | |
| Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah | |
| I made a half a million in a week | |
| And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me | |
| You can' t believe it? | |
| Erick Sermon, rolling with | |
| ShortRolled from | |
| California all the way to | |
| New YorkIn big | |
| Benzes, G50 up | |
| Now we trying to squash 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 phat house with a million stash | |
| You other niggaz got this rap game distorted | |
| Giving DATs 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 than 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, Short | |
| Dawg putting it down with the | |
| E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat 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 | |
| Short Dawg | |
| Ahh, quick with the trig | |
| Jack be nimble | |
| I shoot like | |
| G Mob goes lifting through my window | |
| Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now? | |
| The man in the mirror it don' t get no clearer | |
| Short Dawg, the | |
| E Double and | |
| Breed we roll thick | |
| Like girls in | |
| C. A. U. with the good power | |
| UOww, 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, | |
| Short Dawg, show em how we bust this | |
| 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 them fans we ain' t running no coke factory | |
| It' s Short | |
| Dawg the real pimp of the century | |
| Girls get wet every time somebody mention me | |
| I was known for my macking back in eightyfour | |
| I want it all, that' s what | |
| I keep stacking for | |
| Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having | |
| And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping | |
| Life' s 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 running your mouth | |
| That street life will keep me tight, | |
| I' m talking ' bout | |
| Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y' all | |
| That' s on the real, something you can feel y' all | |
| Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale | |
| But ain' t nothing they selling to you but | |
| Arbor and | |
| GailI mean | |
| Sprinkle Me homey ' cause | |
| I' m ' bout dollars and cents | |
| And if you ain' t hauling dollars, well, you ain' t holler | |
| In FlintI' d rather dip dip dive, so socialize | |
| Get loot from the | |
| Great Lakes, | |
| West to Eastside | |
| You tramp, trick, hach, | |
| I spitUndergrade if you ain' t getting paid like this | |
| The hours of the | |
| ATL paves my name | |
| Spitting Mr. | |
| Macker izzer are you still in the game | |
| See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut | |
| I' ve been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless | |
| It' s that, big mack, like scripture is a phat | |
| Kodeje? So hide your hoe from me | |
| Southern ambassador, knocking at your door | |
| Leading a click that' s true, checking knowing all fiftytwo | |
| See, all you tricks, best behave | |
| It' s that | |
| Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave | |
| I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, y' all, so plant me | |
| With the green and them hoes and we can big ball | |
| Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing | |
| Relaxing and maxing to | |
| Short and these beats | |
| E Double, | |
| Short Dawg, | |
| Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror | |
| Representing money, buy you some nigga |
| zuò cí : About Face, Gooden, L. A. Dre ... | |
| Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh | |
| And you don' t stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond | |
| Now introducing the sound from the ghetto | |
| E Double and | |
| Too Short, what the fuck you thought? | |
| I come with the ruckus, it' s my thing when | |
| I swingI' 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 driving 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 holding me ' cause | |
| I be rocking | |
| BSewing 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 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 | |
| SasquatchYour 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 Short, y' all niggaz know what' s happening | |
| Everything he touch goes platinum, yeah | |
| I made a half a million in a week | |
| And every nigga on the street got a tape playing me | |
| You can' t believe it? | |
| Erick Sermon, rolling with | |
| ShortRolled from | |
| California all the way to | |
| New YorkIn big | |
| Benzes, G50 up | |
| Now we trying to squash 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 phat house with a million stash | |
| You other niggaz got this rap game distorted | |
| Giving DATs 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 than 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, Short | |
| Dawg putting it down with the | |
| E DoubleShh, you remind me of my phat 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 | |
| Short Dawg | |
| Ahh, quick with the trig | |
| Jack be nimble | |
| I shoot like | |
| G Mob goes lifting through my window | |
| Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now? | |
| The man in the mirror it don' t get no clearer | |
| Short Dawg, the | |
| E Double and | |
| Breed we roll thick | |
| Like girls in | |
| C. A. U. with the good power | |
| UOww, 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, | |
| Short Dawg, show em how we bust this | |
| 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 them fans we ain' t running no coke factory | |
| It' s Short | |
| Dawg the real pimp of the century | |
| Girls get wet every time somebody mention me | |
| I was known for my macking back in eightyfour | |
| I want it all, that' s what | |
| I keep stacking for | |
| Have things that a rapper never dreamed of having | |
| And I can tell them how to get it just keep rapping | |
| Life' s 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 running your mouth | |
| That street life will keep me tight, | |
| I' m talking ' bout | |
| Getting green, dolla, dolla bills y' all | |
| That' s on the real, something you can feel y' all | |
| Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale | |
| But ain' t nothing they selling to you but | |
| Arbor and | |
| GailI mean | |
| Sprinkle Me homey ' cause | |
| I' m ' bout dollars and cents | |
| And if you ain' t hauling dollars, well, you ain' t holler | |
| In FlintI' d rather dip dip dive, so socialize | |
| Get loot from the | |
| Great Lakes, | |
| West to Eastside | |
| You tramp, trick, hach, | |
| I spitUndergrade if you ain' t getting paid like this | |
| The hours of the | |
| ATL paves my name | |
| Spitting Mr. | |
| Macker izzer are you still in the game | |
| See, I gets paid by the movement of the cut | |
| I' ve been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless | |
| It' s that, big mack, like scripture is a phat | |
| Kodeje? So hide your hoe from me | |
| Southern ambassador, knocking at your door | |
| Leading a click that' s true, checking knowing all fiftytwo | |
| See, all you tricks, best behave | |
| It' s that | |
| Southern nigga mack from the city of the brave | |
| I got the platinum caul, yes, yes, y' all, so plant me | |
| With the green and them hoes and we can big ball | |
| Yeah, now we rolling four deep, double dosing | |
| Relaxing and maxing to | |
| Short and these beats | |
| E Double, | |
| Short Dawg, | |
| Kool AceIn the place and be all but bring you straight horror | |
| Representing money, buy you some nigga |
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