Tonalité : Gb major
Verse 1
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Yeah, ain't no one said it yet,
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so I'm a say it,
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now everybody shut up,
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shut the fuck up,
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listen
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It's more than enough
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we can spread around,
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but you always seem to be mad somehow
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You say the system is bringing you down,
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but you never get off your
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ass to be counted
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Em
But what's the use if you waste away?
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If a change gon' come one day
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You got nowhere to place the blame
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If you look him in the eyes and say
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I ain't got time for nig
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gas in white trash
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And when I see him comin'
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I'm runnin' off my fast
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Actin' like fools and dum
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mies with no class
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And all they are to me is a pain in my ass
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Em
I ain't got time for niggas in white trash
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And when I see him comin'
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I'm runnin' off my fast
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Actin' like fools and dum
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mies with no class
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And all they are to me
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is a pain in my ass
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Em
From the burbs to the streets of the ghetto
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We can get along,
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D
patch up a couple holes in the fabric
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Ain't gotta have it
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We can make the world
what we want,
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when we want, if we want to
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Em
So let's forget about all of the bullshit
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That happened to the people
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and places in this bitch
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Look into the future,
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we all could get rich
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And leave a little something
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for yours and my kids
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Cause I ain't got time for nig
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gas and white trash
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And when I see em comin'
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I'm runnin' on my mast
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Actin' like fools and dum
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mies with no class
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And all they are to me is a painted map
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I ain't got time for nig
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gas and white trash
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And when I see em comin'
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I'm runnin' on my mast
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Actin' like fools and dum
mies with no class
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And all they hear is a little
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pain in the ass
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Black people, where you at?
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White people, hollaback
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Em
Black people, where you at?
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White people, hollaback
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Black people, where you at?
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White people, hollaback
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Puerto Rican stations
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Every nation, niggas are white trash
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Take a, take a, take a look around
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Can't you see the writing on the wall?
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Can't even count to ten
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and you think you're making calls
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You didn't finish school,
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couldn't follow rules
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And think that you can
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stand in my presence?
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You need to learn a lesson
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Holding me back is impossible
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I'm unstoppable
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You're broke so my record
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isn't coppable
Em
You need to get a job and stop
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Thinking that you're better
cause you're white
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Or you're black cause you're not
Em
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But it don't matter I'll be on the road
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My pocket's getting fatter
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And you can't avoid my show
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I'll tell you one thing though
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I wrote a song for ya
And this is how it go
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I ain't got time for niggas
and white trash
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And when I see them coming
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I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
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Like the night fools and dum
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mies with no class
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And all they out of me is a pen and paper
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Hey!
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Hey!
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
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Hey! Hey!
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Hey! Hey!
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Hey!
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Black people, holla back
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Black people, where you at?
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White people, holla back
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Black people, where you at?
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White people, holla back
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Puerto Ricans, Asians, every nation
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Niggas and white trash
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behave their way
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Thought you knew I feel a whole
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lot better now
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Alright, let's take
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it down
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Get out my way!
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