Tonalité : Ab major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Ain't nothin but
this uncut croughness I bring
Don't care bout no fide
Em
I do my own thing
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Giving chase in this rat race,
Em
fears be face
And me be on the case,
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proud plus brave
Ready to be taking them drastic measures
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Give me my treasure then splurt
Could not give a brand new blouse and skirt
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I told you both through,
fight through the bleat
Gm
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Clench my teeth
dweet, enzymes for me
By any which method positivities be
we shepherd
We pounce like left limb leopard
Em
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If you ever see me in the street pulling
Em
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brand new good moves
Gm
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You're wrong to confuse me with regular riff-raff,
I I got me cause and calling
Never have I held any love for stalling
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Rush and make haste
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You down for re bellion left-handed glove glove
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we embrace the millennium
Verse 2
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[Chorus]
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Ticka-ticka tock my golden pen
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Scribble 'pon the paper
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from yassa to when
Gm
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We drop style 'pon
the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well
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I feel the problem
Verse 3
Gm
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Ain't no record that can hold me,
I'm oversized
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Ears ever be open to the words of the wise
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But there's untold cats on my
Em
corner perpetrating
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Read a few books and now
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their talking
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Gm
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They're looking to convert yours truly,
but I'm unruly
Em
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Plus, for the crew like cooly folk
Mixing up the Guinness with
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the raw egg yolk
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'cause it's all about strength while we walk
Gm
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through the valley of the snipe, heathens
Get thee from my sight,
Em
you cats is ever eager
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To preach up in my face when you just
Em
about scrape to know all that is
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How the hell you try to tell
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me coca-cola got got fizz?
Gm
I read your pamphlet four times,
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It don't make sense
Em
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You front like Uri scholar,
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shit smells pretence
Yous best get off your horse,
Em
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drink your milk, get the frig out
Verse 4
It goes
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Ticka-ticka tock tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
F
Gm
from yassa to when
G
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I
Em
Bb
feel the problem
Verse 5
Gm
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What the frig makes you
friggers want to frig with this?
Now you fools got me living
with this mental fist
That I wear with knuckledusters, taking
out these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
Gm
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How would you describe this left handed
loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading through the back
door straight to the bar
Then I'm gonna get me some firewater
Then I'm gonna scope out
a young fine daughter
Ah yes, its my wayward nature
Hip to a caper,
soon to have a house with X amount of acre
Gm
It goes
Verse 6
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Ticka-ticka tock tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
from yassa to when
We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
F
Those who can't dig it well
Bb
I feel the problem
Verse 7
Gm
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Ticka-ticka tock tock my golden pen
Em
G
Scribble 'pon the paper
F
from yassa to when
Gm
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We drop style 'pon
the heathens dem
Those who can't dig it well I
Bb
Em
feel the problem
Verse 8
Gm
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Em
Ticka-ticka tock tock my golden pen
Scribble 'pon the paper
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Gm
from yassa to when
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We drop style 'pon the heathens dem
Em
G
Em
Bb
Those who can't dig it well I feel the problem
Outro 1
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