Tonalité : E major
Verse 1
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A
D
E
D
Afro (Afro)
Afroman (Afroman)
A
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
D
E
Can I sell my dope? (Yes ya can)
D
Cm
Gm
A
Cm
Let me floss my flow, floss my ho
A
D
Run my own campaign like
Gm
Cm
I'm Ross Perot
D
Cm
Gm
As the turntables spin easily
Cm
I reminisce on Easy- E
Verse 2
A
When I first started bangin
G
Gm
Cm
D
Jheri curl started hangin
E
9mm rangin
Gm
F#
Gm
A
If you wasn't playin Cube,
Gm
or Sir Too Short
Cm
D
Eb
The homeboys might grab you by
E
Gm
F#m
your motherfuckin throat
Gm
A
Gm
And choke yo ass, choke yo ass
Cm
D
Drag you round the corner
Cm
and try to smoke yo ass
But anyway
A
Gm
I'd like to thank all my
cluckheads that contributed
Cm
My rap tape just got distributed
Can a get a quarter? (Quarter)
From all the Mexicans down on
the border (Border)
A
Bm
I oughta get me a pound
Cm
(Pound)
Bm
Even if its on the wrong side of town
Cm
Is you down?
A
Bm
Cm
Get a gallon a wa ter (Water)
So I can smoke a loopstick with
ya daughter (I oughta)
Get me a 40 (40)
Get drunk befo I get to the party
(Oh lawdy lawdy)
Gm
I can't
Verse 3
Cm
wait till I get my wel fare check
Gm
Cm
So I put me a fat sack of yay on deck
Gm
Make a run for the border
Cm
in my blue Caprice
Gm
Cm
Gm
And order me a quarter piece
Mafucka!
East side ruler known well cause I thump
Cm
Gm
Let my system bump
While I wait for the chump
Cm
Gm
They put the dope on the scale
Cm
This bomb ass yayo
Gm
I know it's gonna sell
Cm
Gm
Back in Palmdale
Cm
I ain't afraid, it's time
Verse 4
Ab
C#
Cm
to get paid
Gm
Pass me the baggies and
Ab
Cm
Gm
a razor blade
Cm
Ladie, dadie, I chop the rocks
Gm
just like karate
Ab
Cm
Punk ya better ask somebody
Gm
Stop bitching cause I'm able
Cm
Gm
Put the dope on the kitchen table
Abm
And watch me hook it up
C#
Cm
Gm
like cable
Cm
Wham! Bam! Baseheads
like Goooooood damn!
Buy yo dope from me!
Verse 5
Cm
If you a loner or a stoner
My rocks way bigger than them low
budget niggas round the corner
And they won't give you no love
If you don't buy a dime, dub, or above
So come to me when you need a fat nickle
And you can hit the pipe
in my stolen vehicle
They don't want yo pennies?
That's alright, I want em
I even take the pennies with
Gm
Cm
the green spots on em
For the East Palmdaler being
a dope seller is hard
I accept your credit and your Ver
Gm
Cm
sateller card
Gm
Cm
AFDC, your food stamps too
I'm a baller but bitch I gotta eat like you
You think I'm smokin, but I ain't jokin
You can get a fat rock
for a gang of bus tokens
How you doin baby? I
need a soulmate
Your cuz told me you had Section 8
Verse 6
Cm
I know you ain't got no money
Gm
Cm
in your pouch
Take a piece of this yay,
and let me sleep on the couch
A
Gm
Bitch I'm for real, I'll go half on a bill
Cm
Your garage just right
for my Coupe de Ville
A
Tell your badass kids,
Cm
Gm
them hoodrat bitches
Cm
Don't be jumpin in my car and
fuckin with my switches
A
E
Cm
Gm
Cm
Hip, hop, chop the rock
Verse 7
Let the beat stop, it's time to re- cop
Cm
We can go to Compton,
Gm
we can go to Watts
Cm
We can go to Long Beach I know
a gang of dope spots
A
Gm
A
Gm
I'm neutral, from the old school
Cm
D
I be buying dope from a dif
Cm
ferent gang of fools
A
Buy my drip from my Crip,
F#m
Cm
Gm
Cm
pound of bud from my Blood
Then I buy some yay, from my ese
D
Cm
A
E
A
On my way back
Gm
to Palmdale
Cm
Got stopped by the sher
D
Cm
iff but I'm calm as hell
Verse 8
Cm
They pulled out heat
Put me face down in the street
Gm
Handcuffed me,
threw me in the back seat
Cm
They searched my car
with a microscope
Gm
Stupid ass white boys
couldn't find the dope
Cm
They took the handcuffs off but
Gm
you know they still hate me
Cm
Racial remarks just to intimidate me
Write a ticket since I can't
Gm
go to jail
Whatever they didn't
find the yayo, uh!
Cm
I don't Blood, I just Crip
Gm
I don't tag I put the rocks
in a Ziploc bag
Cm
Gm
I'm lookin too shady, me and JD
Hit you with the .380
Cm
So gimme gimme what you got
Hangin at the dope spot
Gm
Try to jack and get got
Fuck around and get shot
(In the parking lot)
Cm
Be cool, fool, don't be uptight
Gm
Money first, dope second,
everything's alright
Verse 9
Eb
Cm
I don't have the mentality of
some fool in a gang
It's the principality of the whole thing
If you wanna get high, get high
But don't fuck around and die
Eb
Mafucka!
Cm
I just wanna sell a rock,
I don't wanna pull the Glock
Cm
And lose the clientele on my block
Mad cause I shoulda been
more selective
Cm
Hiding in the bushes from
the homicide detective
Cm
Trigger finger itchin on me
Cm
F#
All my homeboys snitchin on me
Cm
Everybody that's a friend of
me lookin like the enemy
Now I need to change my identity
Afro mothafuckin m- a- n bucaaaaw!
Cm
Yeah! If you just bought this tape
Cuz you made the right
choice mafuuucka
Cm
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