Tonalité : C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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[DJ Paul - repeat 8X]
Fuck what you,
Verse 2
who gives a fuck what you bitches say
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[Lil' Wyte]
Dm
I'm putting this one down for
Am
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tha Bay you can bet bitch
Dm
Commin to tha Bay,
Am
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round my way I'm a vet bitch
Am
Launchin lightning by tha pound
Call me mister coke and crown
In the town I'm found we got tha sound
to make them haters frown
Break it down
Dm
Now be
Am
is beating niggas about
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why is yours now figga it out
Dm
Am
F
Con stantly questioning all tha bick
erin ghetto fab is what I'm bout
Am
Got me commin up on hustling
Pen pad I have to preach
Fuck what you say if you disagree
Dm
me run in tha streets
Am
Dm
Am
I'm always commin wit sum mo'
F
Probly fuckin on yo hoe
Dm
F
If you car got took I'm tha one who threw
tha brick through tha window
Am
Repercussions, guts are gushin head gets
busted for practically nuttin
Consequences they fold up,
its splatter close will be discussed
Dm
And Frayser's where my roots were sold
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and so that's where I call my home
Dm
Am
If it wasn't for tha Bay,
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tha rap game I would not belong
Am
Hear this song man who gives a
FUCK what you bitches say
Don't get wrong,
Dm
F
when you get got just blame it on da Bay
Dm
[Hook] If your hoe
Verse 3
Dm
get fuck (You can
F
blame it on da Bay)
Dm
If your car get took (You can
F
blame it on da Bay)
Am
If your boys get shot (You can
blame it on da Bay)
Someone run up in your spot
(You can blame it on da Bay)
Dm
F
If your clique get hit (You can blame
it on da Bay)
Dm
Robbed blind fo sum shit (You can
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blame it on da Bay)
Am
Beat down in these streets (You can
blame it on da Bay)
Get jacked fo sum green (You can
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blame it on da Bay)
Verse 4
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[Verse 2] Blame it on da Bay is
Dm
what they all say when
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Dm
something happens round they way
F
Either they too scared or too
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wrong to bring to our face
Add it up - took his hoe,
stole his car, and shot his bro
By now someone like me should
be dead but ya know
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I'm tha one superstar out tha hood,
its all good
Dm
F
Cause tha hood that I plug is
Dm
tha Bay understood?
Am
Rock 'em, sock 'em leave 'em for
dead but keep up in yo sight
Tightly lock up 'em off in tha dungeon
wit out a crack of light
Frayser be
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Dm
F
- O- you- N- D must be
all up inside of me
Dm
F
Am
Dm
M- E- M- P- H- I- S
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crunkest city in Tennessee
Am
Blame it on da Bay if there's
a glitch up in your atmosphere
Hear tha sound of money being
made and its so crystal clear
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Haters watch tha street strapped wit
Dm
heat that I'm feelin fine
F
Gradually I peak over tha steep
Am
hills that I have climbed
And when I get finished with this path
that I'm bout to pave
Please know that I wouldn't be shit wit
Dm
out tha fuckin Bay
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Dm
F
Verse 5
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[Hook]
Dm
F
Dm
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[DJ Paul
Am
F
Dm
- repeat
8X]
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Fuck what you, who gives a
Am
Dm
Am
fuck what you bitches say
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