Tonalité : A minor•
Verse 1
Am
F
Dm
Bb
Gm
Am
Yo man, I'm hungry man
Bb
Hey what chu want man? You want
some breakfast or somethin'?
I want a lil' lil' somethin' yeah yea milk
Am
and cereal or somethin'
Gm
Somethin' man! Just
a little breakfast food ya know?
Bb
F
Fm
Am
Mm I don't know man (ay)let's see
what I got in my cabinet
Gm
Bb
Hold on let me see what I got
in my cabinet
F
Am
Somebody hit me with a little,
baseline or groove, knamsayin'?
Yeah, breakfast food,
Dm
uh
Am
D
Gm
Verse 2
Am
When you wish
Bb
When you wish
Am
Upon a star
Bb
Upon a star
Am
To follow what?
To follow what?
And where you are!
And where you are!
Bb
D
Party over here, party over there
Where?
Am
Look!
Verse 3
I made ya look, ya dirty crook
Then picked your pocket, watch me book
Like Guinness I'm a menace,
Bb
Am
so call me hip- hop's Dennis
F
So open wide, and say (ah)
Bb
Dm
And I'ma slide my yolk, in your throat,
Am
and watch ya choke
On the uh the ah the uh the
Verse 4
daddy long- stroke
Bb
Stroke Long Daddy Money,
Am
if my name was Sunny
I'd share a scoop,
runnin' shit like Rebels
You can call me Barney,
cause I took your Fruity Pebbles
Dibble like an office on Top Cat,
top that, I'm fat troop
Bm
Drop the loop,
D
then a scooper hoop ya like a hula
Am
To school a fool I present,
a church to repent
Bm
E
I get you Guess'n like jeans,
Am
you're just a hill of beans
F
I'm all that jazz, and I kick, kick, kick, kick
Verse 5
E
Bb
The razzmatazz oh please oh please
just give me just one more blast
Am
I get off like Prince,
but I don't have to show my ass
E
Pass the rest, like a test,
D
Dm
if you slip then you'll get ripped
Am
With your handicapped pass route,
and "Tales From the Crypt"
Bm
D
Dm
Bb
I whip on that ass like base ba- bay
Gm
Am
The Sense is good- goobley- goo, ask Gravy
Verse 6
E
Am
Or LaMont, or Rollo,
down at the, Apollo
Come follow me now (BO! Where's
Sue?) I don't know
Even En Vogue,
Gm
be tellin' me ya don't go
Am
When it's time for show
(yea) everyone says
Ho (ho) ho (ho) couldn't
be a slider
Cause I never slip,
C
Am
kick it like a Damme Van flip
So don't come with your judo,
Gm
Am
cause you're just a Menudo
Emcee gettin' chewed like vegetables
Verse 7
E
Am
Ah cabbage is a cabbage,
Dm
Am
a lettuce is a lettuce
I'ma tear this whole joint into scraps
Bm
I bust raps, perhaps caps,
D
Dm
and trap the wack tracks
C
Am
Givin' the max, for the minimum,
not the minimum for the max
Bm
D
Get more sex than Wilt the Stilt so
E
Dm
you can call me the Stiltest
Am
You're takin' shorts like Arnold,
Verse 8
so what chu talkin bout, Willis?
Am
Bout Willis?
Dm
Bb
Yeah Willis
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Ouvrir dans l’applicationWillis ain't talkin' about nothin'!
Am
It's Different Strokes
Let's get back to um,
F
Bb
breakfast foods
Because it's,
Fm
Am
early in the mornin'
Verse 9
Dm
Bb
Well you can have your Wheaties
Gm
You can have your Flakes
Bb
Fm
You can have your Kix
Am
And you can have your Trix
Gm
You can have your Pound cakes
Bb
You can have your Loops
F
But you still gotta get your Two Scoops!
Am
Verse 10
Em
Am
To keep the hot raw,
Bb
I'm rollin', rollin'
Am
Bowlin' spare me! Fuss ya
E
hushed mouth mush
Bb
E
Lush alcohol's excessive
Am
Bb
like a Jefferson
Ebm
Movin' on up, progressive
Bb
E
One time for your brain, cell
Bb
Gm
And when I get through,
Bb
F
you say, aw hell man!
F
Styles that I free won't, stop til the end
F
Bb
F
Paper I go on and go on with the pen
Am
Bb
F
Get a max of funk,
attack or sunk *huff, huff*
One blow,
Am
and emcees are gone with the wind
E
Kickin' the dumber rhyme,
I'm not a print
Bb
Am
E
But I'm fresh, heatin' up like the summertime,
summer rhyme
I'm a dime a dozen,
but I keep you buzzin'
Am
Like a bee,
E
a dozen attempts is in the toilet
Am
Cause I flush the dime an
E
d I'm not a Leader
Am
E
Cause I Busta Rhyme, a rhyme
If I kick with Rakim, you
+Run For Cover+ brother
Am
E
But I kick it with Petey cause I'm just
another mother (sucker)
Blo' Pop time (it's
Blo' Pop time)
Am
It's Blo Pop time (it's
E
Blo' Pop time)
In the mix, the dimension, J.B., and Chico
Bb
Am
E
It's seven, not six, my shirt extra- large
F
Bb
But I wear, I wear I wear it well
Am
like DeBarge
E
To the finish, makin' ya eye pop,
like you ain't spinach
Gm
Am
Then it's, time to let you know
Gm
Am
We count it up, one two three and fo'
F
Uh! Count
Verse 11
it up
Bb
Nah we gon' count it down
C
Am
Nah man, we're gonna count it up
F
Mm, let's get back to that umm,
Gm
food tip though, the breakfast tip
Bb
F
Food tip? Well you just check
Am
Cause you know what we need
What can I have?
Verse 12
Am
Gm
You can have your Life
Bb
F
You can have your Bran
Fm
You can have your Puffs
Am
You can have your Pebbles
Gm
You can have your Krunch
Bb
F
And you can have your Loops
Bb
F
Fm
But you still gotta get your
Two Scoops!
Am
Verse 13
Around and round and upside down
F#m
and upside down we go
E
Am
Gm
Whoa! I'ma sneak in the front row
C
Not Jethro, I'm not a Jethro, on skid row
F
Gm
I don't wear Monie's hat,
C
but I was a monkey in the middle
Gm
C
Hey diddle diddle, you can Kibble a Bit
Gm
I take a squat,
C
Gm
and booty M- C's be sayin' oh shit!
C
Gm
Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown
C
You're just a field goal kid,
and I'm a touchdown
Gm
C
With the next point to the next joint,
Gm
so tell Spike about it
C
I'm all that, that your bitch be
Gm
writin' home about it
C
Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah!
Gm
C
This could be love, but um,
don't let em fool ya
E
Cause when I do ya,
D
come down come down after me come
C
Am
Yeah sorry Sugar Plums but um,
I gotta run
Bm
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
Am
I'm down with the B- boys,
fuck the Jackson 5
You jive- ass turkey,
a- pit- apitta- a- aperk be
Am
You can get ill, but don't, hurt me, hurt me
Or urk me, cause see I'll
outsmart you like the Urkel
Am
B- boys at the school of hard knocks,
in a circle
Pass the sess blunt,
yeah stud, you ain't know?
I want to go bang, I said,
bang- o, bang- oh bang- oh
Or bojangle jingle jangle on the jaw
Hip- hip, hooray,
oh now you want to be all lovable?
Don't push or pull, or you'll see,
I'ma wreck it out
MC's be checkin' in but
they don't be checkin' out
I leave em out on the canvas
So click your heels twice and
take your ass back to Kansas
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