Tonalité : F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
C
Dm
Db
C
Eb
Dm
F
Yeah,
C
Dm
Db
E
Eb
Fm
uh double
Eb
Fm
R,
Eb
Ruff
Ryders
Fm
Fire
Can you answer that?
Yo, who wondering what up,
shit I think it's not fucking with us
Y 'all hopping in rods, we holding on,
I'm under the truck
C
We caked out, we all got cars
Fm
So when we wake up in
C
Fm
the morning we race out
But first throw the plates out,
it gets outrageous
So all my thug niggas,
throw your sets up and spit y 'all razors
C
I hop in and spin out, I'm the opposite of
H2O
So in the year 2000,
Fm
the lights woulda never went out
Plus I rock ice, it drips in my boot,
I shake it off
Cause I'm fire,
C
so every few seconds I take it off
I'm lightweight,
I let y 'all throw them dumb bells
Fm
I just throw back them dumb dumb
shells to make y run well
Now shoot dummies, blast blanks,
money gassed up
While
I'ma open this tank,
you'll pass me the shank
C
I'll black out,
swipe em like a credit card till I max out
Fm
And I itch just to let y 'all know
that drag is back now
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
C
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah
Fm
Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air,
come on
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
C
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah
Fm
Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air,
Y 'all keep pushin' that wack shit out there
Y 'all unable,
drag's like jumbo cables
C
Negative and a positive
Fm
Y 'all ain't gon' feel
C
shit till I get a lot of this
Fm
I don't care about y 'all hatin' niggas,
my mom's a part of this
She looks at her bedroom set and say,
I got it in
Cause I drop them hits that make
C
y chumps don't drop shit
Drag stops up,
we need to get up in this, women
Fm
Put something long in the booty,
have me switchin' different
I snatch niggas' wifey,
show him the light
Give him pick, then I'm hittin' the switch
C
And while she's snorin',
she don't know I'm gone by the mornin'
Back to the corner,
Fm
till that blue van come up
My hands just come up
Who fingers stay numb from rollin' up?
Who finger fucks chicks till they throwin' up?
C
Who fingerprints cops
keep showin' up?
It's who that kid always
Fm
rides in his stolen truck
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
yeah, yeah
C
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah
Fm
Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air,
come on
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
yeah, yeah
C
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah
Fm
Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air, come
I just take a strong pull and strike
the match on niggas
I spit lit candles and drop hot
C
rocks on niggas
My middle name
Fm
Jason, that means I'm capable of throwing a mass on an axe,
niggas
Y 'all better axe, niggas
First name
Mel, I mean that's what them checks
say when they're coming to
Mel
C
Make bank tellers come on theyself
Count it fast, ma,
we all professionals here
How does it feel knowing I'm walking out
Fm
of here with what you get in a year?
I'm rude to adults, pedestrians,
get out the street
Act like you don't see this black
C
sheep and get some flat feet
Fm
Y rock gators, we straight problems
C
We rock our
Tim
Fm
Taps, oh, laces like our dogs got em
Fuck it for two minutes,
let em play with a new pair
I got enough spares to flood
C
the block with footwear
Pockets like a blimp,
shit it's been a good year
Where my
Rough
Fm
Riders, we still in here
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
yeah, yeah
C
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah
Fm
Yeah, yeah, throw your hands in the air,
come on
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
C
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fm
Throw your hands in the air, come on!
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
yeah, yeah
C
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fm
Throw your hands in the air,
come on!
Now all my motherfuckin' people say,
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' thugs say,
C
yeah, yeah
Now all my motherfuckin' ladies say,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fm
Throw your hands in the air,
C
Fm
C
Fm
C
Fm
come on!
C
Fm
C
Fm
I'll
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