Amy accords par 
David Banner & Trinidad James 
N/A1 vues
Key: Eb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Dm
Eb
Uh, ya, ya, ya, ya
Dm
Eb
Dm
Eb
Thought you was my home boy man
Verse 2
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call your self that)
Dm
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
Eb
A, my nig ga! (Why you
Dm
Eb
call yourself that)
Dm
A, my nigga! (You sup
Eb
posed to be a god)
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
Dm
Eb
A, my nig ga! (You supposed
Dm
Eb
Dm
to be a god)
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
Verse 3
Eb
Crackers called you nigga, we
Dm
down on one knee
Eb
But g's look like you,
Dm
Eb
g's look like me (yes sir!)
Dm
Michelangelo lied, hit the 743
Eb
I guessed they had to have rights and
E
Eb
they shot us why we call ourselves g
Dm
Eb
Od now we,
Dm
in paris like my nigga
That's why they treat,
that's why they beat
Eb
Dm
Your ass like a nigga (slave)
Eb
Dm
Fuck gucci, fuck louie
Eb
Till they come to my hood
Fuck tom ford, fuck versace
Yeah I said it I'm good
Verse 4
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call your self that)
Dm
Eb
A, my nig ga! (You supposed
Dm
to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you
Eb
call yourself that)
Dm
A, my nigga! (You sup
Eb
posed to be a god)
Dm
A, my nigga! (Why you
Eb
call yourself that)
Dm
A, my nig ga! (You sup
Eb
Dm
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call
Eb
yourself that)
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
Dm
Mississippi, alabama,
Verse 5
louisiana,
cock the hammer
Fla they killed tray,
Eb
Dm
micheal done shot jay in his face
68 cent half nigga,
nfl they laugh nigga
Paltrow, they let go,
Eb
Dm
and everybody gave her a pass nig ga
And most folks , they said nothing,
if a rapper breath, everybody busting
Our kids dying, there blood rushing,
cops laughing, we ducking
We dying, I'm trying to help our folks,
man, I ain't lying
Eb
(Look I don't want to be
Dm
Eb
your nigga no more)
Man I'm tired
Verse 6
Eb
Dm
A, my nig ga! (Why you
Eb
call your self that)
Dm
A, my nig ga! (You sup
Eb
Dm
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call
Eb
yourself that)
Dm
A, my nig ga! (You sup
Eb
posed to be a god)
Dm
A, my nigga! (Why you call
Eb
yourself that)
Dm
A, my nig ga! (You sup
Eb
Dm
posed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you
Eb
call yourself that)
Dm
Eb
A, my nigga! (You supposed
to be a god)
Verse 7
Eb
Ab
They made niggas, we sprayed niggas
They got smart, gave us aids nigga
They killed kings, you a brave nigga
Eb
You god to, made nigga
Ab
Made to hate your dark skin
Eb
Cm
You god son, they satan
Eb
Ab
Eb
They killed natives, raped men
Ab
Then went to church hollering amen!
Eb
And gave us li quor, gave us coke
But blame niggas, for selling dope
Olie north, up in the whole hood
Snow white but it ain't soap
Ab
Eb
So whos to blame for this shady word
Say it how you want it, it's the same word
Ab
Eb
No matter what wings, it the same bird
Ab
Eb
From pyram ids to dope serve
Verse 8
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
A, my nigga! (You supposed to be a god)
Dm
A, my nigga! (Why you
Eb
call yourself that)
Dm
A, my nig ga! (You sup
Eb
Dm
Eb
Dm
posed to be a god)
Eb
A, my nigga! (Why you call yourself that)
Dm
Dm
Dm
Dm
A, my nig ga!
(You supposed to be a god)
Verse 9
You, are supposed to be a god, (god)
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsEb Dm E Ab Cm
Eb
Dm
E
Ab
Cm
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