Tonalité : Eb major•
Verse 1
Eb
Gm
Ab
Eb
Yo this is Keith Murray and
Cm
Hurricane G with the bom bom zee
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Ab
Eb
Trey deep takin' to the streets
We straight ball hoggin'
Cm
word up
Ab
Niggaz know what time it is
Eb
Straight up
Straight motherfuckin'
Cm
Def Squad L.O.D.
Verse 2
Eb
Gm
Ab
We can stand in the wa
Eb
ter and can't get wet
Def Squad always got some
Cm
fly shit on deck
Gloria!
Gm
Hey
Verse 3
Ab
funny, what's up with
Eb
that money grip, yeah
Cm
Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip
Gm
Ab
Eb
the master, the ultimate funk, freak- er
Cm
Eb
I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak- er
Gm
Ab
Eb
A dope female, with the fat tail
Cm
I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale!
Gm
Ab
Eb
If you don't know me by now
I'm Puerto Rican
Cm
(When the track be creepin she
be freakin when she speakin!)
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Gm
Ab
The Bad Mamma Jama,
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still bust the grammar
Cm
Fuck the bullshit, let's get legit
Gm
Ab
Eb
Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills
Cm
So I keep on steppin like I'm doin drills
Ab
Eb
Hut one, two, charge enlarge
God damn, so don't fuck
Cm
around with the jam!
Gm
Ab
Sit back, relax,
Eb
niggaz and watch me kick it
Cm
Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit
Gm
Ab
Eb
I blow your ass out (click click
booyaka)
Cm
How's that? Now peep
the size of my gat
Gm
I'm gassed,
Ab
Eb
so motherfuckers kiss my ass
Cm
My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass!
Verse 4
Gm
Ab
Eb
Cm
Keith Murray run this motherfucker!
(Hell motherfuckin' yeah!)
Gm
Ab
Eb
Cm
Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell
Eb
Cm
Eb
motherfuckin' yeah!)
Verse 5
Eb
Keith!
Gm
Ab
Eb
The mad matador metaphoric mergers
like traffic car tires squeal
Cm
Eb
Not havin' it, bashin your style
Cm
I'm somethin' drastic
Gm
Ab
Biblically, theoretically,
Eb
practically speaklin' who
Cm
want to step in the helm of the realm
Gm
of the Def Squad crew (Def Squad!!)
Ab
Eb
I shoot the gift like SWISH
drinkin Olde English
Nigga you wish you had the style,
Cm
more distinguished than this
Gm
Ab
Eb
Pissed ain't the word so observe,
how I break
Cm
your flow down through science,
and kick you to the curb
Gm
Eb
Firsthand dirt and jungle poetry
You see me, G,
Cm
Eb
Gm
we or E and somethin' out this anatomy
Ab
Eb
Found the words of motherfuckin'
technology
Cm
(Like that) and we out
Verse 6
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Gm
Eb
Cm
It's the bom bom zee, oh yeah
Eb
Gm
Ab
With Keith Mur ray,
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Cm
Eb
Gm
and Hurricane G
Ab
Eb
For y'all that don't know,
Cm
Eb
ya betta ask somebody!
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