Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
Bb
A hem
Ebm
What we have here is a very
serious delicate situation
Bb
Lots of people out here always
Ebm
ridin' the dick hmmph
Bb
But check this out
Ebm
I like your style I like your stride
And I like your motivation
Bb
But the Late Show we ain't
standin' for that shit
Ebm
So my man right here he wrote
a little song about it
Verse 2
Why don't you sing it
Bb
Ring the alarm here comes the Com
Ebm
Call me Mr. Hollywood, check it out!
Bb
Ring the, alarm, here comes, the Com
Ebm
Call me Mr. Hollywood
On the Goodship, Lollipop
Pop goes the lolli lolli, for I'm, the Jolly
Bb
Good Fellow,
Ebm
he- llo? Is anybody there?
Bb
I'm not a step, so don't stare
Because I Rock- well I always feel like
Ebm
I always feel like,
Somebody's Watchin Me
Ooh, Somebody's Watchin Me
Bb
It's gotta be that,
that that that nigga that sweat my shit
I say say say,
Ebm
"Black get off the 'zack,
You block my urinal tract"
Bb
I gotta go pee- pee,
yo you don't know me
Ebm
You're just a New Kid on My Jock,
tip- seekin' and you're phony
Bb
It's my little pony and you
cannot get a ride
Ebm
So when you see me homey,
just please just step aside
Step aside,
not talkin' wlidside, I'm comin' from the Southside
Where the ruffnecks reign,
if you can't stand it, don't go outside
Bb
Cause it's hot I got the stuff to call your
Ebm
bluff and pull your card
And nowadays it's all these dick kids,
that want to be hard
You're fraudulent,
I can tell a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got tipped
And out is how I'm lookin',
Bb
I'm lookin' out for my people
Ebm
I'm fly like I'm fly like but
Bb
me don't have no eagle
Beat the beater with the juice,
how far would you go to
Ebm
You're never gonna get
it, woo- wooh- wooh- woo!
Bb
You wasn't down from the +Jump+, so
why you want to Kris Kross?
Ebm
You no business buyin,
Bb
insecure junkyard motherfucker
Ebm
Get lost, 'cause youse a sucker
Bb
Interlude 1
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Verse 3
Bb
We really lucky we got
Ebm
'em, you can spot 'em
From a distance,
now let's just say FOR INSTANCE
Bb
You got a crank gettin' ganked for
Ebm
his bank by some snake
Little wench,- is you is, or is you ain't
Bb
The suck- er
Ebm
You gotta gotta be, gotta be,
to let the shit occur
Bb
Gettin' pimped, by a hoe,
that ain't too proud to beg, for your dough
Ebm
She get your money mo money
mo money money mo!
Bb
I couldn't go out like that if it was
my first day off of punishment
Ebm
Just call me Kaopectate, in relationships,
I'm runnin' shit
Bb
So don't be comin' to me with that,
"We can go out, you pay"
Ebm
Bb
Cancel that bitch, it's the,
Unamerican way
This is the circumcision,
and skins is gettin' cut off
Ebm
Ridin' on my shit, just to get they nut off
Bb
NOT, no cops, just low- downs want a lick
Ebm
If you ain't down with the 'Van,
Dyke, get off the Dick
Bb
Cause I remember the time,
the time, the time you tried
Ebm
To play me like I was booty but now
Bb
you're just a groupie
Sweatin' me uh, sweatin' me uh
Ebm
Tellin' me when I get big don't
be forgettin' me uh
Bb
But forget you, forgot you,
after, I rock you
Ebm
It's Blo Pop time bitch,
you better set your clock
Bb
Ebm
To the charms alarm
Bb
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Verse 4
Ebm
Why'd the sucker MC sucker
Bb
MC cross the road?
Ebm
Eb
Ebm
To get to the other side?!
Bb
Why'd the sucker MC sucker
MC cross the road?
Ebm
To get to the other side,
now check it out
Bb
I got the pep in my step,
the slide in my glide
Ebm
So I won't trip,
when I let my backbone slip
Bb
Some shake it to the East, I'm shakin' West,
well I'ma shake your mid
Ebm
And I'ma get you suckaz, just give me one side,
Ebm
and one rib
Bb
I barbeque the mouths hey,
I barbeque the mouths
Ebm
Cause mom always said,
Bb
don't play wack in the house!
So take that garbage to the backyard
Ebm
And I was like,
"Everybody want to want to rap hard"
Bb
Before you wasn't hardcore,
so Sonic why ya flipped?
Ebm
How you gonna hop when you
ain't hip?
Bb
You found rap, on a two- way street,
and lost it
Ebm
On a parkway, I ain't sayin' no names,
yo Rico Suave
Bb
Fuckin' goons fakin' stab wounds,
I need to shank the crank
Ebm
Elvis Presley Jr.,
tryin' to be somethin' that you ain't
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go on stage
And take off all your clothes,
Ebm
then you,- strike a pose
Bb
You knows and I knows,
that's how you sell your record
Because your shit is butt,
Ebm
you gotta get naked!
Bb
But you're wack, you're wack,
Ebm
showin' your body to me
Bb
I said you're wack, you're wack,
Ebm
showin' your body to me
Bb
You got no Soul man,
Bb
and you need to get a Pound
Ebm
Cause you, ain't, ah- really down
Ebm
With true hip- hop you suckers
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