Tonalité : A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm sliding in
the truth at a legal rate
When officer know you like,
see the one he
hate
You see the
D .E .G. on the license plate
You see he want shackle
D .E.
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Send upstate, just read shift
I've known this one since last summer
And my breath smells of blood
and marijuana
He'll get curious,
I'm drinkin' old soda out my cupholder
Southside tactic to disguise the odor
Shit, yesterday I think I boogie
-spit in that soda
Yeah, fuck it, I done did shit much bolder
He pulled me over instantly,
wanna know where I'm comin' from
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I'm comin' from result of funk, nigga, after
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I shot him a line, it did not float
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He didn't believe me, but he let me go
Am
Didn't check for warrants,
and my place was expired
After all this time,
he understand the pleasure I desire
Don't be my pet
I hate this place
There's a key to this
This prison
This prison
new reality
What color? I can't stand it anymore
Um, hold on
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It's the smell
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Am
What's up?
Lies
Ah yeah, nigga,
F
Dm
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we meet up under that motherfuckin' parka
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I ain't fixin' this, I'm 18 in a 6 '5
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Me and
Montabulous
Rex, we return from a ride
He dropped me off at my
momma's house
Momma at the front door
Want to know what this all about
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She asked me questions
I haven't been in a struggle
We was in this backyard working
Dm
Shoveling rubble
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Nah, momma,
that ain't blood on my lips
That's salsa, we was eating up
Cool chicken strips
She giving me the third
Then she see some skin under my nails
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She don't believe me
Am
She know I'm telling tales
Even though she probably
Know me better than anyone
How can I tell a fuck nigga
Did his dance and had to get done
She just smiled, with nothin' to say
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Gave me a hug, and walked away
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Took no lecture
Mama understands my instincts
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Now, no more lyin' about the pleasure
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Don't be my pleasure
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The sketch is your pleasure
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Dm
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Am
Might mean the sketch should win, but
911, what is your emergency?
F
Send officers to the
Freeport
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Bridge
I've shot and killed a man
in self -defense
Dm
Yeah
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Am
Knock, knock at the door
Who could it be?
Ah, it's the woman
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Nagging at me
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She wanna know where
I've been all week
Can't tell her me and
Lynch hung
E
Was running patterns through streets
Am
Can't tell her ho nigga fucked up
Now he laying six feet
Can't tell her of my assignment
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Dm
That re quired repeat
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She think I'm out there pursuing
Wanna know what I'm doing
Think I'm running around town
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With other girl screwing
She see a bruise on my neck,
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thinkin' it's a hickey
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I just returned from a brawl,
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nigga was punished for act in' shitty
She see red on my lips,
thinkin' that it's lipstick
I made a meal of nigga heart
E
to show him who's wicked
Am
But how could I explain
the intricacies of her
Dm
D .E .G.'s mind frame?
Am
I see a day when we old and gray,
she'll finally understand how this feeling is sexual
Officer, this individual had
an extreme hatred for me
that can be heard on
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CDs he's performed in uh 11 p .m -ish
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this person called my home and
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in the taped conversation made threats upon
my life screaming of lies told to him by his
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mistress we met here when i arrived it
was obvious to me that he was high on cocaine
And me, merely marijuana
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We exchanged words,
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he pulled his piece and fired
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Grazing my ribs
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It was at this time
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That I pulled my 9mm
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An d provided him with five of
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my own slugs
Obviously a case of self -defense,
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officer, I must admit
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It brought me great pleasure
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