Tonalité : F# minor
Verse 1
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You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
C
But you don't know my game
F
and never felt my pain
G
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
Dm
And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
C
Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
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G
Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
Dm
People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
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you knew this day would come
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So hold your bids, all bets are closed
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C
And fuck all you hoes
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Dm
'Cause it's been
Verse 2
a long time
comin' but I finally broke
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Dm
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
F
Dm
Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
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Dm
Same game, same name,
G
F
ain't a damn thing changed
Dm
F
Dm
No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
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Dm
Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
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Dm
Self-made and and paid and
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Dm
sold off twelve gauges
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Dm
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
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Dm
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
C
that's when I pull the strap out
F
And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
Dm
I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
F
Dm
Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
C
Dm
My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
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Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Dm
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
F
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
Dm
We float like butterflies,
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sting like queen bees
Dm
Strapped with AKs straight
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from the Chinese
Dm
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
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Dm
Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
F
I got love for my honkeys
Dm
F
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
Dm
G
Anybody fucks with you and I'm
F
gonna mack 'em
Verse 3
Dm
Devil without a cause,
C
I'm going platinum
Dm
F
I'm going platinum,
Dm
F
Dm
I'm going platinum
F
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause,
Dm
I'm going platinum
Interlude 1
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Verse 4
Dm
Yeah, we come to party,
so get down everybody (come on)
C
Yeah, we come to party
Dm
I went from
Verse 5
St. Claire shores
F
and drink specials at Winners
Dm
To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
F
dinners
Dm
From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
F
Dm
To gettin' much respect
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F
from top record execs
Dm
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
F
Dm
So shut up now or put my
F
balls in your mouth
Dm
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
F
Dm
When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
G
Used to call me funny when my
Dm
nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
F
Dm
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
G
Dm
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
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drop-top, and and jacuzzi
F#
Dm
No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
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C#
Dm
A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
F
And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
Dm
karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
F
Dm
And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
F
Dm
Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
F
Dm
You're too old to kid,
C
too soft to rock
Dm
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
Verse 6
Dm
I'm going platinum,
F
Dm
I'm going platinum
C
Dm
F
Oh, I'm going platinum,
Dm
F
we're going platinum
Devil without a cause,
Dm
I'm going platinum
F
Dm
F
Dm
F
Devil, dev il, devil, devil
Dm
F
Dm
Verse 7
Straight out of the
streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, high,
C
Dm
C#
Ab
Dm
ready to get fly
G
Joe C
Verse 8
G
F
I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
Dm
Call me Joe C,
C
Dm
C
got more game than Coleco
Dm
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
G
Three-foot-nine with with
Dm
with a ten-foot dick
dick
F
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
Dm
And rake through kind like a
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bum through wine
Dm
It's my time so I'm gonna
F
shine like glass
Dm
F
Old as piss, but small as ass
Dm
F
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
Dm
You're raking grass while I'm
F
raking cash
Dm
F
High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Dm
F
Say we like to party, rock the party
Dm
F
Dm
(We like to party, rock the party)
F
We like to party, rock the party
Dm
F
Dm
(We like to party, rock the party)
C
F
You like to party, rock the party
Dm
F
Dm
(We like to party, rock the party)
F
You like to party, rock the party
Dm
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Outro 1
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