Tonalité : G# minor
Intro 1
Em
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Verse 1
Em
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Can I get a peace of mind?
Em
Can I enjoy my shine?
Meet Miss Right,
she lovin' me blind.
Temporary insanity,
the calamity.
They standin' me in front of the judge,
D
they wanna banish me.
Em
I can't complain,
cause I love when the
cameras be in front of me.
Take a flick at jail pools,
that's thuggin' me.
Spit a classic like show toes,
D
H -A -V -O -C,
the fans will finally breathe, yo
Em
You're supposed to break
bread
with your people, uh -huh
Stending up in a deep hole
I'm sleeping with the fishes,
I'm a different species
D
Love different dishes,
Em
D
down to earth, where you get me?
Em
D
A lot of fellas spit it, but they story leaky
Em
Full of holes, not from getting shot
from lying through their teethy
Shorty quit or miss
D
with something more beefy
Em
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And not that mad cow mom, feel me?
Em
Ain't nothing like getting right,
step up to the club
Let's get it cooked in here
Ain't nothin' like gettin' right
When we gettin' drunk,
D
it's burnin' up in here
Em
A party ain't a party if it ain't nobody
All thugs in here
Now everybody get drunk,
D
now everybody get drunk
Em
If it's a hot jump off, then I'm in there
Two bottles, a few models
gettin' wet like swimwear
I'm sincere like Nas and Belly
And groupies follow the boy
like I'm a star parade
D
Em
I'm brand new on the streets
like the A8
D
Em
In the A8, and Dre's dates all
look like playmates
Put me in the game,
I'ma play great, I clutch,
D
Em
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Vacate when I clutch the arm
Em
Put a duck in front of fifth,
tryna take my wealth
I put my cuts on my wrist
like I hate myself
Always drape myself in the best clothes
Bang the best,
D
go on they walls like as bestos
Em
Let's toast to a rising star
Cop by the case like we tryna buy the bar
It's Dre Robinson,
I'll be large when I leave this
It's gettin' bright,
D
and I got the mob on the road
Em
Yo kids, growing up
listening to M -O -B -B
Didn't hear about our guns,
the words on the street
We infamous for drama,
D
keep that trauma in our reach
Em
We infamous for beef,
D
keep them things where we be
Em
Cause it be hot where we be
No matter the weather
D
Em
and the drops of the jeeps
You still feel my heat,
you heard about how we squeeze
D
Em
D
Original rule, boys, coming out of Queens
You know what I mean,
Em
don't act stupid now
We schooled yous,
D
Em
how to keep the chick a plow
Read it, damn, all y got a little power
D
Em
No bitty strength to lie
Some of your peoples are
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now makin' sex
Em
Ain't nothin' like gettin' right
Step up to the club,
let's get it cokin', yeah
Ain't nothin' like gettin' right
When we gettin' drunk,
D
it's burnin' up in here
Em
Party ain't a party
if it ain't nobody for a thug to get
Now everybody get right
D
Now everybody get right
Em
We got the mob in here
Ray Robertson's in here
It's all ugly right now
D
For the thugs
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