Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
B
Em
D
Dm
Put
B
Em
some fire
on that ass end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
B
don't drip or bleed
Em
'Cause', you know me, givin' me
Verse 2
Em
left hand dap
D
Dm
B
P- funk be ridin' shot gun escort
Em
your window broke out son
D
A cool breeze got my lips chap,
mornin' slap some
B
Em
Soul in my bread basket gap contain
"x" marks the spot
D
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
B
Em
A stew of empty gas in my tank
D
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think,
Dm
but it ain't gonna stop no show
Em
Ol' burd puttin a buzz
in you ear
D
"It's gonna snow"
or maybe perhaps sleet
Bm
Em
Rap up the beat outside barely
made it to your wake
D
Lookin' like Mr. fisher,
Dm
dickie down no suit, no tie
B
Em
Niggas ain't gonna be able
to just get by no mo'
D
Dm
You leavin' the hotel 254
Verse 3
B
Today was good to me,
Em
I went to the Goodwill
With the ten dollar bill,
D
got that London Fog out the back paid the man
B
Em
Me and Khujo and T- Boo,
three jack lumbers
D
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
B
Be under the water,
Em
half these figures around me be hollering Newt
D
Now what the fuck has this
politician did for you
B
Em
Complain, complain but Mr.
Clampett ain't gon' change
D
Just rib your ass up just to gut
your pockets out
B
Em
I heard Bill put two G's up
for some folks
D
That they found in they house
beat up and I don't discuss
B
Em
That color scheme that they fall on
Cause the scheme that they fall
D
on don't match with my tone
B
Em
See, I wonder will I walk the
streets in 1995
D
And not have to make bond
B
from 254, uh
Em
Will somebody please turn
D
the lights on 166
Dm
I can't see where the fuck I'm going
B
Em
I can't do shit but get mad
D
I can't keep get Billie and his uncle
Dm
out my fucking Goodie Bag
Verse 4
B
Em
Without your shank you can't thank
Without your niggas you up the creek,
D
Dm
stank with a ass fool of ore
B
Em
Taking what I say for what it's worth,
it don't matter
D
Cause how I feel might be triggered from
thoughts I had in the past
B
Now I struggle to reach the
Em
sky why try so hard
D
If all I'mma get is spit on cause life
B
at the bottom ain't hitting on shit
Em
But some of these folks is gettin rich
I know about mines, unwind,
D
Dm
can't take at times going through
B
Em
The same drama that got me
here in this state of mind
D
Red- hot in the summer time
Dm
First
Verse 5
D
Em
of all, I stand a little more
than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga,
I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't
know or can't see
That it ain't even wise stepping
to me incorrectly
Em
But yet still when nigga's
feel they can deal
I will split your ass up for real,
cause we the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so
I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
B
Em
Tracks are being made
D
by Organo- I- Z- E
Dm
Why we cooling in the shade
B
Em
Ain't getting paid for chilling,
illing, willing
D
To do what I got to do to come
Dm
Bm
thru your speaker
Em
Cee- Lo, he will never come
D
weaker
Dm
Uniquer than a lot of MC's out today
Bm
Em
Because I'm more than
D
careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
B
Em
Them better leave me alone,
I'm in my zone
D
Dm
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
B
Em
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance,
I'll enhance
D
Dm
The microphone when it's in my grip,
I do not slip
B
Em
I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T- Mo,
and Gipp
D
Dm
Ha- ha- ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?
B
Em
It seems like he has a mouth
full of gold teeth
D
I smile, because your eye
Dm
D
s can't take the glare
Bm
Em
But Cee- Lo, him don't care, I
cut off all my hair
D
And everybody stop and stare
when we come in the place
Dm
B
Em
And I can get on the mic with
no time to waste
D
Get right up in your face,
kick the flavor you taste
B
Em
And when I'm on the microphone,
it's a damn disgrace
D
How you don't comprehend
what I'm saying to you
B
Em
And I'm the C, the double E
from the Goodie Mo Crew
D
I'm coming thru, I'm coming true,
ooh, I can't even stop
Dm
It's Cee- Lo B,
Em
I'm down with that nigga pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L, and Bert P
And my nigga Pretty Ken,
you know he down with me
Em
We from Atlanta, G- A, that is where we stay
Em
I'm digging all in the Goodie Bag
each and every day
Em
Ooh shit!
Em
Put
Verse 6
B
Em
some fire on
that ass end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
Em
don't drip or bleed
B
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
Em
B
don't drip or bleed
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hot
Dm
Em
s don't drip or bleed
B
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots
D
don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red
hots don't drip or bleed
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