Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
Yo man, why don't you break me up
F
Am
for a little something?
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Am
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Hey Larry
Am
What's up man, what's going on man?
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Am
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Hey man, I'm, listen
Am
I heard you've been bust
Bb
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ing them out man
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C
Yeah Mr. Curtis, I've been trying man,
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Am
but I mean out here man,
they sleeping on it so
It's real, real heavy
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C
Listen, listen,
F
I got a little groove here
Am
I want you to bust a few rhymes
with Pat Beck man
C
Can you get down real man?
F
I can try man
Am
Go ahead an d do your thing baby
Okay, let's see what angle
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C
I can come at him from
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Am
Let's talk them obligations
and high expectations
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C
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See, I'm returning with vengeance,
Am
it's the indoor debate
And all the questions and statements
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C
about my whereabouts
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Am
My grind patterns on
Larry Crum's
And I'm right back at him,
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I bring the flow to the
Nah, Ms. Curse ain't it,
is that strong enough?
Yeah, come on, give me something man,
Dm
give armaretta sour,
F
right hand gripping
Burgundy brim leaning,
plus I'm scheming on some chickens,
Am
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all black attire, the 31 black,
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two hands a piece,
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I let them do the math on
the gats at least,
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they will as they say, well
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I can show you real as it get,
C
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I'm screamin fuck them
Am
and they people that they rollin with,
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they got a lot of nerves
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since they pulled a lot of stunts,
Am
they got a lot of words
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now they pulled a lot of blunts,
but that ain't workin out,
Am
I'm bout, nah that ain't even,
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Am
I can see the look on your face
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C
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Am
I met this bad lil mami
right uptown New York
Dm
C
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She look good, plus she like me
Am
cause I smoke new putts
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Am
I'm from the dirty dirty,
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she told me it's unworthy
I told her I'm 20 years old,
she told me she was bout 30
I told her that's all good,
and that was very cool
Plus she had her word from a bird,
I dropped her out of school
I told her slow it down,
cause now it's going down
I'm up in your town,
so you gon' come back my town
I told her this is how we do
in the market house
When we just be sparking and nah,
it ain't even hot
Uh, no, hey, hey, hey,
you gone, you doing?
Am
You got a room, you got room?
Why don't you do something for me,
man?
That I can vibe off of,
F
cause I know how you do ing, right?
Am
Listen, man, I'm not a rapper,
I'm not a rapper,
F
man I'm not even in the groove
Do a tune on it, man, for me
Am
No, man, listen, I'm from the old school
C
Give me something from the old school
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Am
Old school, okay, bell bottoms,
afros, pics and frozen hair
F
Braids is good, man,
Am
the party's over there
Dm
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The bass line drums,
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man, the music was live
Am
Everything was good,
the party's won't over till five
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You had run DMC
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Am
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before Jam Master Jay died
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Now it seems the world has
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turned upside down
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Man, the old school I really miss
F
Even though I wasn't there
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It feels like, I really, uh, yeah,
C
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yo hold up, Ms. Curtis,
Am
I'm trying to catch this beat right,
I got my heat right
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They said my flows is too sweet
Am
cause I ain't in the streets right,
I got to lose something,
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I gots to keep em jumping
Am
Don't know Destiny's Child,
but my style'll keep em jumping,
C
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I like my stove,
Am
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I like my, hold up man
Am
F
Am
For some reason, hold up,
for some reason
I ain't breathin' right on here, man.
C
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Am
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There it go. Okay, okay.
F
Did he speed it up?
Blow my nose.
Okay, I guess I was just too sick.
I guess it's just too thick.
My life is crazy as hell,
man, I'm goin' through shit.
My mom, dukes, and step -pops,
they separatin'.
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Pops was never there,
so now I started datin'.
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I found my own girl,
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I had my own world
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Built it from the ground up,
now it's like I can't find
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None of my peoples
that was there from the beginning
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And then they ask me
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why I'm rappin' and sinnin'
I'm just clappin' and winnin'
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That ain't even it, that ain't it,
Am
that ain't it, Mr. Curtis
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I'm super -
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Okay, okay, as I grab my dick,
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I'm goin' on some shit
It's Larry Crumbs, the youngster,
Am
you can move those bricks
They say you hard off your block,
C
cause the blocks is hot
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Am
They say these dudes got some skills,
but I don't hear nothing hot
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C
I'm trying to show them
F
what's the realest,
I'm the illest in the village
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Okay, you on the road man
Okay, the beat's breaking,
I'll break with it
Spring Lake, I'll take em
Gotta get my digits,
man, it's something like bacon
Since the bassline came,
I had to face my game
Man, that's when everything came, uh
Mary Jane and Erica Kane,
then I started slinging things
Shoot, man, I changed the game,
without moving a thing
This is musical chairs,
I leave them nowhere to sit
Shit, man, I'm on that it,
I don't care what they feel
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Cause right now I'm living
in a different zone,
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Am
I ain't even coming with no skills
Mr. Bill, don't be mad at the youngster
Came from the dumpster,
created to a monster
Now, what the hell did we create here?
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