Tonalité : G# minor
Verse 1
Em
Dm
C
Em
Most niggas
get it confused, right?
Dm
C
Huh, they think it's all chronic
Em
an d palm trees
Out this motherfucker,
Dm
bitches in bikinis, listen, huh
C
Bm
Em
Some niggas is better left alone
Verse 2
I'll plant you underneath the very
ground you walkin' on
Dm
C
Bm
And ain't no children in this motherfucker,
Em
drop your tone
Ain't got no business even
fuckin' with no microphones
Dm
Bm
So yo, it's me against the world,
and ain't got shit to lose
Em
My heavy artillery built to make
the masses move
Dm
Em
I carry tools that'll pick
you up and out your shoes
Xzibit bringin' new meanin'
to alcohol abuse
Dm
C
Bm
I wanna fall up in the spot where all
Em
the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help
you straighten out your back
Dm
C
Em
A couple of drinks and I bend
you over the kitchen sink
So what, you think I owe you somethin'
bitch for fuckin' me?
Dm
C
(Bitch) Get a grip,
Bm
Em
misery love company, check it
Xzibit show you the difference between
Dm
C
real life and makin' a record
Em
Makin' the moves and connections
that you never expected
What good is money and the fame
Dm
if you never respected
Em
Check it out
Verse 3
Em
You know, who's runnin'
these fuckin' streets
Dm
C
(You get involved,
Bm
Em
you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't
Dm
stink (c'mon)
C
Bm
Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
Em
You know, we roll so fuckin'
Dm
deep
C
Bm
Em
(Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like
your shit don't stink
Verse 4
Dm
C
Yo, I ain't afraid of them fuck
Em
in' invisible gats
You always bringin' out in your raps
My shit'll quickly make you
Dm
C
fold and collapse
Bm
Em
My goal to strictly takin' over the map,
by any means
Hustle and make more tracks
Dm
than a heroin fiend
Bm
Keep my enemies on a first
Em
name basis
And hate them niggas like
a skinhead racist
Dm
C
Chuck Taylors and fat laces
Bm
Em
Stompin' hoes through y'all turf
I hurt worse than actual childbirth
Dm
A chick can suck my dick 'til the
C
Bm
bitch squirt (ah-ah)
Em
The song work,
so ain't no playin' wit us
Findin out where you rest your head and
Dm
C
I'm sprayin' it up
Em
The remains that's left behind
can probably fit in a cup
You pressin' your luck,
Dm
you makin' yourselves easy to touch
C
Bm
I'm from the home of the hit 'em up,
Em
only two ways
You droppin' some shells or you get 'em up,
Dm
C
back in the days
B
There was a time there was this woman
Em
that I want to keep up
But nowadays when I see
Dm
C
you I'm just tryin' to fuck
Bm
So check it out
Verse 5
Em
You know who's runnin' these
fuckin' streets
Dm
C
Bm
Em
(The king of these West Coast gangsta beats,
niggas)
Always droppin' off
nothin' but straight heat
Dm
C
Bm
So stay the fuck out of the way
Em
You know, we roll so fuckin' deep
Dm
C
Bm
Em
(Round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like
your shit don't stink
Dm
C
Y'all ain't fuckin' with Dre
B
Em
Thangs just ain't
Verse 6
the same
since it came out
Two thousand and one,
Dm
C
came blew the game out
Em
I heard you was hot,
blew your flame out
Dm
And got the nerve to believe
C
you hold the same clout
Em
I thought I told you, keep my name
out of your fuckin' mouth
Dm
(But Dr. Dre!) See that's ex
C
actly what I'm talkin' bout
B
Em
That shit right there, that's all day long
Dm
Just don't stop, I gots to be alone at the top
C
Bm
Em
Forever ready, loaded and locked,
with niggas that'll circle yo' block
And let 'em pop 'til some
Dm
C
bodies get dropped
Bm
It's Doc Holiday in the flesh
Em
(Still) Hold it down, represent,
Dm
resurrect the West
C
(Still) Holdin' ground,
Bm
B
touchin' down, with my nigga X
Em
(Still) Send a couple through yo'
chest if you disrespect
Dm
C
Bm
Dr. Dre comin' back
Em
(shit) I never left
The number one ranked highest
paid celebrity guest
Dm
C
Em
That's eight digits, motherfuckers
Verse 7
Em
You know, who's runnin'
these fuckin' streets
Dm
C
(You get involved,
Em
you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't
Dm
stink (c'mon)
C
Em
Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
You know,
Dm
we roll so fuckin' deep
C
Bm
Em
(Yeah, round after round in the middle of the street,
niggas)
'Cause you're actin' like your shit
Dm
don't stink (yo)
C
Y'all ain't fuckin' with X
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