Tonalité : D minor
Verse 1
A
E
Em
Am
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
what the fuck y 'all niggas bettin', man?
Em
Am
For real, man, yo, yo, chill, chill.
It's 50 or better right here, man.
E
Em
Word, none of that 10 shit, man.
Am
Yeah, nigga.
Man, it's 200 in the bank, nigga.
Em
Am
Nigga, I got that shit stopped, nigga.
Word up.
Stop that shit.
Watch out, back up.
Em
Am
Yo, I talk dirty when I'm rollin' the dice.
Trip up twice, run out the door.
A
E
Em
Bet your night so you can bet your life
Am
Tracy the point, time to act
Told y 'all niggas
Tracy give a head
Em
Cause I roll one green,
Am
one white, and one red
A
CeeLo
Chan, rolling dice my profession
Em
Pull up on your block,
Am
teach y 'all niggas a lesson
And if you think of robbing me
When the game's done
Em
In the side of my tent
Am
I got a two -shot gun
That'll definitely put a couple hoes in,
son
E
Em
Anyways, what's the bet?
Am
Fifty or twenty, hold up
Let me take another swig of my
Henny
Em
E
Em
Dice games, I break plenty
Am
Stick em, ha, stick em
Roll em so hard off the wall that I chip em
E
Em
Am
Back to the corner store
to cop three more
Got loot in your socks,
so what's the hemp for?
E
Em
Am
You the type of nigga that be
itchin' to lose dough
456
Em
CeeLo, from the head crack pro
Got broke,
Am
need somethin' to leave with
Here's five dollars, motherfucker, beat it
E
Em
Am
You shoulda checked the dice,
that's right,
cause I cheated
Yo, clear the circle out, nigga
E
Em
Am
Get my motherfuckin' money, nigga
Take your foot off that money, man
Em
A
Em
E
Em
Yo, I'm a dice being rolled
Am
and I'm out of control
Niggas roll me hard,
Em
chip me up and I quickly turn old
Am
Cuz of me, mad beams was started
Cuz of me, mad thugs is daily departed
Em
These niggas hang on the corner
Am
shooting dice all day
Pitching crack in the building
in the back hallway
Em
I landed in the crack,
Am
numbers showing both ways
Then the nigga yelled out,
pay up, I don't play
E
Em
He reached in his waist,
Am
started waving his gun around
Dm
Said, give me the loot,
Am
before I gun your ass down
Em
Am
The blood dripped on me,
I got kicked around
He ran down the blocks and
he tossed a big pound
Em
Am
My numbers got scraped off
on the hard ground
Now that's a dice like money,
how the fuck you sound?
Em
Am
Oh shit, money got it's way split
Yo, yo, yo, come here,
come here, come here
Em
Am
Hurry up man, grab that money man
That nigga don't need that shit
Grab that cell phone right there
Em
Take that watch off
Am
Hurry up before the fucking
cops come nigga
Grab the dice yo, grab the dice
Em
Am
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