Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
Am
Creep on in,
Em
Am
G
on in, on in
F
G
F
See I'm ridin' high, whoa
Am
Kinda broke to see me on some wall,
F
E
I got fire, I got fire
Am
Player, give me some brew
Em
and I might just chill
Am
But I'm the type that like to light
F
another joint like Cypress Hill
Am
F
I still do be spittin' loogies
Am
when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it,
G
but it ain't enough on it
F
Go get the S -A -T -I -D -E -S
Nevertheless, I'm hella fresh,
rollin' joints like the cigarette
G
F
So pass it across the table like ping pong
I'm gone,
G#m
E
beatin' my chest like King Kong
Am
And somethin' wrap my lips
F
around the pony
Am
And when it comes to gettin'
another sloggy
Fools all kickin' like Shinobi
F
Homie ain't my homie to begin with
Am
It's too many heads to beat
G
F
Probably let my friend hit spit
Unless you pull out the Fat Christie
Five dollar bill on the real before
it's history
Cause fools be having
them vacuum lungs
And if you let them eat it for free,
G#m
you hella dumb
Am
And I'm dumb
I come to school
with a tailor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the flick teasers,
skeezers, and weirdos
F
Got me throwing off the land
Am
like where the bomb at?
G
Give me two bucks, you take a puff
and pass my bomb back
F
Suck up the dank like a slurpee,
this serious
Bomb will make a n***a go delirious
like Andy Murphy
I got more growing pains than Maggie
Cause homie snagged me,
G#m
E
to take the dank out of the bag
Am
I vibe on it, I don't fall, let's get deep
G
I got vibe on it,
Am
G
messing with that ain't no weed
F
I got vibe on it,
got me stuck and I'm so bad
G
F
I got vibe on it,
E
kinda let's go half on a side
Am
I take sacks to the banks
whenever I can
Don't need no crutch, I'm so keyed up
Till the joint be burnin' my hand
F
Next time I roll it in a half -up
Am
To burn slow,
G
so the ashes won't be burnin' in my head
F
Bruh, Hoogies gettin' it,
but they know they gotta pitch in
Then I roll a joint
that's longer than your extension
Cause I'll be damned if you get
high off me for free
E
Hell no, you better bring your
Am
old split cheek
What's up, don't babysit that,
better pass the joint
Stop hittin' cause
you know you got asthma
Crack the 40 open, homie, and guzzle it
Cause I know the weed in my sys
G
tem is getting lonely
F
I gotta take a whiz test to my P .O.
I know I feel cause I
done smoked major weed,
And every time we with Chris,
that fool rollin' up a fatty
G#
E
But the Tanqueray straight had me
Am
I five on it
I don't fold, let's get key
F
Am
I got five on it
Messin' with that, ain't no weed
G
F
I got five on it
I be stuck and I'm so bad
G
F
I got five on it,
E
time to let's go have fun or something
Am
Ay, make this right, man,
F
stop at the light, man
Am
My yesternight thang got me
hung off the night train
You fade, I fade,
so let's head to the east
Hit the strobe to nine -oh,
G
so we can roll big hot sheets
F
I wish I could fade to eight,
but I'm no budget
Still rollin' the two -do,
cut the same old bucket
G
F
Foggy windows, soggy endo
I'm in the land,
G#m
gettin' smoked with my kit -po
Am
F
Benz smoke, yuh, got sprayer layin' down
Am
Up in the O .A .K. the town
Homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up,
speed up through the E .S .O.
G
Drink the V .S .O .P. up
F
With the lemon squeeze up
And everybody's throat up
I'm the roller, that's with the photo
Blunt out of a bunch of sticky doughs, yuh
Hold up, suck up my weed
It's all you need, kickin' feet
Cause we're I .B.'s,
G#m
E
we need to have like a fool
Am
I five on it, grab your phone, let's get ye
I got five on it,
Em
Am
G
nothing with that and no weed
F
I got five on it,
got me stuck and I'm so bad
I got five on it,
E
Am
partner let's go have fun inside
You
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