Tonalité : F# minor•
Verse 1
D
F#m
Oh, shit!
Time to bring in my ride,
Jigga!
Call it a wrist, bitch!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Y people wanna get down?
Ha!
Y suckas wanna battle?
Come on!
Okay!
Slim on!
Now we do it!
Check it!
F#
Said this is for my soldiers,
F#m
F#
F#m
y 'all see how sure they vibe
I see a little
Trey 8 and raise your 45
F#
F#m
You wanna holla at me,
F#
I'm struttin' through your yard
F#m
I'm like the
Virgin
Mary, I ain't fuckin' with you,
God
F#
They all up on the
F#m
F#
FX, they wanna autograph
F#m
D
F#m
Think I'm the sweetest person,
but they don't know the half
It oughta be illegal how we
be blowin' cash
Give back to the community,
blowin' out your ass
We rockin' our
Chanel, we bout to hit the
L
See this is not a test, y 'all, and I ain't
MCL
I'm more like
Paris
Hilton, I take it like a champ
Some hoes too hot for
TV, like makin' it a band
We makin' all this music and
Bm
pumpin' on the block
F#m
It's like we back in business,
but this ain't barbershop
You waitin' to be heard,
like judges settin' bail
Free
City ridin' with me,
y 'all know this ghetto tale
Y 'all bitches wanna get down,
y 'all bitches wanna battle
Y 'all bitches talkin' shit now,
I'll put you in the gravel
I'm rich, bitch,
D -I -D -I
I'm rich, bitch,
D -I -D -I
D
F#m
D
Y 'all bitches wanna get down,
y 'all bitches wanna battle
F#m
Y 'all bitches talkin' shit now,
I'll put you in the ground
I'll bring
James, bitch, I don't even know
what your name is, bitch
Now who don't know the story,
a shorty from
New
Jers
She came up from the underground,
got through a couple curves
My shit was the birth name,
Flint
Moe was the squad
I come at niggas left,
rhymes like they
Southpaw
Y 'all caps is scramblin',
big guns I'm handlin'
Shit start to jammin', I'm kickin' like
Van
Dammin'
I'm blam, blam, blamin',
Bm
I'm more game than gramblin'
F#m
No album in four years,
and I'm still managin'
Boy, you ain't spittin' no heat,
you just ramblin'
Your life fakin' and the titties on pamin'
And my creepies young, we like
Justin and
Cameron
Rops on both hands the size
Bm
of two mandarins
F#m
Only buyin' beats from cats
with no samplin'
Mafia
Uh -huh, that's what it is, homie
I set you up like that bitch did
Nate
Dogg
And oh, ha, even
Kobe
D
Now who don't know me?
F#m
'all bitches wanna get down,
y 'all bitches wanna battle
Y 'all bitches talkin' shit now,
I'll put you in the gravel
I'm rich, bitch,
D -I -D -I
I'm rich, bitch,
D -I -D -I
D
Y 'all bitches wanna get down,
y 'all bitches wanna battle
F#m
Y 'all bitches talkin' shit now,
F#m
I'll put you in the gravel
Rick
James, bitch,
F#m
F#m
I don't even know what your name is
D
Bitch
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsD F#m F# Bm
D
F#m
F#
Bm
Capo: 2
Transposer: 0
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