Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Dre rock the jewellery
with the clear stones
Em
Dm
Am
And get on a nigga head
like some earphones
I finna spit it, with a clear tone
Em
Get yo attention
Dm
Em
The biggest thang since
Am
the T.V. Invention
Em
Dope as Zoloft, I'm a big shot, a show off
Dm
Em
Am
Plus I'm a big pimp, I get tow off
Em
Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw
Dm
Em
To sell BJ's until her
Am
mouth get raw
I'm from the California coast,
beaches and riches
Em
Dm
Am
Hit the cot, get ghost
I don't be sleepin' with bitches
Em
I got a coughnut, sittin' on wires
Dm
Em
Am
On Vogues bitch, not Michellin tires
Em
Am
Can't control my desires
Em
Dm
Am
I buy from Nordstrom's not
Fred Myers
I do a lot of weed, love my supplier
Em
Dm
She keep it, fuck the blood
Am
out my supplier
Em
Man I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum
Dm
Am
And 'bout these broke bitches,
I'm through with havin' em'
Em
Am
Dre bogard, he shove and he push
Em
Dm
And start war for noth
Am
in' like G.W. Bush
We be lovin' the kush,
Em
but only in the backwood
Dm
Am
Without a backwood,
it ain't all that good
I'm from the streets,
where most need heat
Em
Dm
Am
But I slice a nigga up
like some roast beef meat
Em
I can bust you a rap, but anything
Verse 2
Dm
Am
else, not my job
Em
I'll peel ya cap back,
Dm
Am
but anything else, not my job
Em
Dm
I get ya for racks, but anything else,
Em
Am
not my job
Em
Dm
I make you a slap, but anything else,
Em
Am
is not my job
Verse 3
Am
Bitch gone ask me to come
with her to grocery shop
Dm
Am
I told her straight up like this,
"no siree bob"
That's not my job, I don't do that
Dm
Am
I'm a pimp slash rapper,
I thought you knew that
And where yo dude at? Should
Em
I serve em' the news
Dm
Em
And let him know he's finna be walkin'
Am
in some brand new shoes?
Em
Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thy self
Dm
Am
One false move,
and you could stop thy self
Sometimes I'm not myself, huh?
I'm another man
Dm
Am
I'm a rockstar, in another band
Plus I'm the man with plan in his hands
Em
Dm
Am
Soon we'll all be playing in sand
'Cause to my estimations,
and these calculations
Dm
Am
An d all the money I made
off the Rompalation
I finna get as many
Em
didgets that's on my license plate
Dm
Am
And shit on some of these midgets,
bitch, I can't wait
Em
I can bust you a rap, but anything
Verse 4
Dm
Am
else, not my job
Em
I peel ya cap back,
Dm
Am
but anything else, not my job
I get ya for racks,
Em
Dm
Em
Am
but anything else, not my job
Em
Dm
I make you a slap, but anything else,
Em
Am
is not my job
Verse 5
Am
When I dip,
Em
they trip off what Furl dressed in
Am
Plus I got a mouth full girl's
best friends
Em
I'm a back to the future new
game kind of nigga
Am
Y'all lames is plain,
drinkin' the same kind of liquor
Em
Wearin' the same kind of clothes,
fuckin' the same kind of clothes
Am
And you bedrock pimpin',
meanin' yo games kind of old
Em
You don't want it with me,
Am
I'll bother ya
Dm
Am
So get lost pal, before I clobber ya
Em
I got golden gloves, I give ya a new look
Dm
Em
Am
With a stiff left and a sharp right hook
Niggas know snitches, they
Em
ride and they go with them
Dm
Am
It's all gravy,
as long as they don't tell on them
Me and my team, see, we a machine
Em
Dm
Fuck with my mans,
Am
and I'ma have to intervene
Em
I'ma sport coat, and a Sancho
Dm
Am
Always lookin' out for Benny Blanco
Outro 1
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Dm
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Dm
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