Tonalité : B minor•
Verse 1
Bm
(feat. Bluechip, JT)
(JT)
Another G- Man Stan production
The originator of this 808 shit
G
in the Bay area
F#m
You got your boy JT the Bigga
Figga
Bm
thuggin it out with my young nigga the Game,
and my homey Bluechip
G
Blacksox, oh boy! Hooked
up with Get Low Records
F#m
Bm
Put tin this shit together, my nigga
Verse 2
It ain't a nigga in the game
that could hold me down
I've been independent forever
so they know me now
And I'm the cat they gotta find
G
when they wanna get signed
Bm
F#m
You wanna get your paper right
you gotta study my grind
Bm
I'm like Rush in "Krush Groove,"
a nigga that bust moves
right out, and tuck tools,
bullets that bust dudes
Ain't no beef in the briefcase,
G
just beef for Pete's sake
F#m
We round up cats,
Bm
to beat 'em in a street race
We count paper up,
to make a nigga change his plans
They under weight so they ain't
gettin off they gram
G
You mad at my boys,
F#m
cause we choppin 'em in
They make twenty then the
Bm
Fig want 10
That's the rules that the Get Low, play by
The block boys stay high,
G
California stock with K- 5
Bm
G
It's the rules that the Get Low play by
F#m
Them block boys stay high,
Bm
the California K- 5
Verse 3
(Chorus: The Game) Huh,
it's the Blacksox doin
a joint together
The whole world stoppin to listen,
ol' breakers poplockin to this
G
And white boys headboppin in 6's, niggaz boxin
F#m
in prison
Bm
Shit bang hard like a conjugal visit
And the game ain't big enough
for niggaz so move over
Matter fact, move out,
we takin over
G
Them boys is comin,
and they aimin straight for the neck
F#m
The B- L- A, C- K, S- O- X
Bm
(Bluechip) Yo, yo, well it's
Verse 4
the B dot L dot,
you know the rest
Wanted by the feds, hated by the ATF
G
You can catch me at the DuPont Inn,
F#m
two dykes swallowin gin
Bm
Shorty sucked me out of my Timbs
My bad, that's your wife?
Fuck your life
Anyway I heard you workin for vice
G
You ain't real man you hide behind ice
F#m
Youse a impostor,
Bm
snatch him off the roster
Always live by the rule, get dough,
or die tryin
Hardcoded into shinin
G
Pass the bucket now I'm back on bet it
F#m
If, beef was erased man
Bm
my tool gon' finish
Never been the loudmouth type
Sugar Shane of this rap shit,
southpaw when the mac spit
G
Listen rookie,
don't make me mad boy
F#m
Or you gon' be like Big,
Bm
a dead (Bad Boy)
(Chorus)
Verse 5
Bm
(The Game) Huh,
G
F#m
Bm
G
F#m
Bm
niggaz think
they got the game sewed, yeah right
I'm air tight, fresh in them Air Nikes
G
If the Navi outside, I might be there
Bm
F#m
Bm
Black hoodie, black 9, black wifey air s
Rock guns like Caddy trunks,
keep a spare
You see the lump under the Iceberg
fleece and gear
G
And when the beef cook,
I'ma put the piece to your head
Bm
And if you see a white truck
F#m
that mean yo' sheets is dead
Bm
Then I'm goin goin, back back
to the block to dump the bucket
and jump in the drop
Niggaz know I'm good with the
G
glock, they call me Chick Hearns
F#m
Cause if the game on knot,
Bm
I'm callin the shots
I'll wear a shiny suit for a minute
like I'm The LOX
Then get gangster with a swap
meet bag and a Jordan box
And when I die,
G
bury me with the glock, and a bucket of shells
Bm
In case niggaz want drama in hell
Outro 1
(Chorus)
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