Tonalité : Bb major
Verse 1
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Gm
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Well,
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shit, check it out
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I done found out that's there a fine line
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between brilliant (uh- huh)
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And bein' plum loco (oh fo'
sho', hell yeah)
Verse 2
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Get back, get forward, get raised,
Gm
get lowered
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Do some extreme shit,
keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up,
hoes come a nickel a dozen
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They get hot and get fucked and don't
remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me,
I ain't at the club
Gm
Cm
I'm chillin' with my homies
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in the city of Hub
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Because they needin' more than that hoe
(than that hoe) the big fat hoe
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Eb
Bb
Tryin' to get every ballin' nigga
in the saddle (yee- ha!)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants,
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you the man
Nowadays you can't tell,
watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear you need to know
Bb
If you got an STD, some little
critters in your trap dear
Get on, me and my homies
is indivisible
Eb
And don't floss money,
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Eb
looks bet ter when it's invisible (yes)
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
Gm
Eb
Bb
If ya missed it, I stay
consistant, we got heat
C- P- T style, O- G me style
The D- J, Q- U- I- K with no C style
Eb
In yo' town,
don't trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue,
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you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap,
I'm rigid with rap
Gm
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Money or respect bitch,
I'd rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
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So give me the haps,
do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps,
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and now my hair look sweet on my lap (always)
'Cause it's the same thang tryin'
to kill the gang- bang
Gm
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Set examples for the kids,
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on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain y'all ain't gotta
feel the same pain
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That put a nigga like me on
the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga,
I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me,
when I'm shot down
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Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie
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Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta,
Gangsta," that's what they yellin'
But niggaz do dirt, get caught,
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and start tellin' (shut up!)
Talkin' to you G's with no heart
Gm
We was throwin' and runnin' from bullet
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s before gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-
proof vest (nah)
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'Cause real niggas do real thing
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s up under stress
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That's from the C- P- T,
Young G with heart, too
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Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
Verse 3
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I don't want to party wit' you,
Gm
Bb
hell naw
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'Cause bitch you scary
Bb
You 20 years old, with 3 kids,
7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you,
Gm
Bb
hmm, hell naw
Eb
You need to put some lotion on
'Cause your skin is peel
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in' around
Gm
Them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat,
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plus you're abortion- prone
Verse 4
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Gm
I'd rather be a young exec,
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than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me,
'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on
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Arista, now there is the family
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That I'm a roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread,
and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money,
in the worst way
Bb
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum,
on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with
the friendly competition
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Y'all got papers but I got the latest
edition (extra extra)
A hundred- thousand dollars a truck,
is what I crack
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And if you ain't got that,
keep wishin' (we all about it)
And to you bitch- ass niggas
in the maze
Comin' at a player with
Eb
homosexual ways
Keep lickin' on that other sound
Bb
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads,
'cause this is underground
Yeah right by the water,
Eb
Bb
can't do right by ya daughter (no)
But look at all the shit that I done
bought her (hmm?)
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See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat
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ain't crackin'
Eb
And these beats smackin',
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that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga
Verse 5
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(I don't want to party wit'
Gm
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you) hell naw
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'Cause nigga youse a scuffla
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Your braids is dingy,
Gm
your clothes ain't got no creases
Bb
And your lips look like you sucked
a muffler
(I don't want to party wit'
Gm
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you) hell naw
Eb
'Cause bitch you didn't know me when you
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was fine as wine and thick
Gm
Now you're sick from
smokin' that shit
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You're broke and plus you're boney
Verse 6
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W- E- S- T, C- O- A- S- T
That's where the hydroponic
with no seeds be
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So don't trip when you see me on the TV,
or my CD
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And my eyes are really R- E- D
See the industry is freak (shh shh shh),
Gm
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Eb
pardon me for bein' speaky
Snitchin' on y'all that want to jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
Bb
Yeah I might be fly,
but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon of Cisco
Gm
I could never go disco
Eb
Dude I ain't from Frisco
And to these bitches y'all trippin',
we ain't layin' wit y'all
Gm
Bb
Just because we say we want
to fuck we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment,
we tryin' to make us some change
Eb
We ain't impressed by what
you got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap,
Bb
and that's yo' sap
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Let me spit the cap while she
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sit in yo' lap homie
Don't you know me? Jealous- ass
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niggas want to flow me (why)
Bb
Just because yo' woman want to blow me
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On the strength I give that hoe a tittie- toy
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Gm
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin'
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away with bein' pretty boy
Verse 7
Bb
(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm,
Gm
Bb
hell naw
Eb
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-
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ass niggas
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Always beggin' and ain't got a
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dime on the 40 ounce
(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm,
Gm
Eb
Bb
hell naw
Eb
'Cause hoe you to' back,
with that ol' long ass roll
Gm
And ya stockin' smellin' like Avon and
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that horse want his 'fro back
Gm
Bb
(I don't want to party wit'
you) hmm, hell naw
Eb
And nigga I can't stand ya
Bb
And I ain't got nothin' but some advice
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A map, a bar of soap,
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some water and a towel to hand ya
Gm
(I don't want to party wit'
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you) hmm, hell naw
Eb
Now I'ma be real wit it
Bb
All my fuckin' life I ain't never
wanted fame
But since the shit done came
I gotta deal wit' it
(I don't want to party wit' you)
Gm
Ya know, but I'ma do
Bb
it like my homie say
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Check it, I don't give a fuck
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about fame (fo' sho)
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I'd rather deal with the money,
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why'all can have the name
Gm
I'm out
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Yeah
Outro 1
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