Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Yo, turn me up some b!
I'm about to lace ya'll
Check it out
I'm not a muthafuckin' joke b!
Whoever think I'm not nice
F
This is for ya'll punk muthafuckas!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Gm
See the drug game was always
the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday
I had a hundred grams bought
On the transport kept
it inside the Jansport
A real hooty game,
we ain't care who we blame
F
Shit was all the same until Guili' came
Gm
with a moody aim
You know the mayor nigga,
a fight crime approach
Acting like a kind host but
gettin time for a roach
A little indo
That's when yo,
F
I said I'm messin with these bimbos
It's easier to pimp hoes,
Gm
nowadays they simp hoe
It don't take much to make her
Just take her to a place where It's nice
Show her the ice and might
give her a fake fur
Cause girls I control them classy
Old and sassy
F
Old and nasty
I ain't gonna front that nigga
Gm
Gold he gassed me
But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin jazzy
Just a while ago I was rollin badly
We was on the low wit Aggie
But now what have we
Range Ro' and Navy life size
F
My girl yo she slices pies
A benz is what my wife drives
Gm
You know Qeet' nigga
Executive thug
But she respects me and loves
Don't let your head meet her slug
Until she sprayed out and layed
out
Ineffections of blood
F
A lil' thick chick that'll click quick
Gm
Do anything for the dick dick
You know what else that puzzles me?
I find this shit a riddle
How come when you got a lot?
People say you got a little
Cm
Dm
Like they say you act a little funny
Eb
Dm
Cause you got a litte money
Cm
Dm
Eb
And you did a little song and
Dm
Made a little money
Cm
Dm
Oh, you know my fa vorite
Eb
Dm
Oh, you think you a little star
Cm
Dm
Cause you got a little fans
Eb
Gm
Dm
and you drive a little car
Gm
I prove they all are liars
Saying that they got a fire
F
Hang em up on a barber wire
Gm
Yo, you think you got attire
To the point like Stoudamire
Yeah I'm a harsh nigga
That drink hard liquor
A six benz car getter
You know Digga
He ain't rich
He's a star figure
F
Platinum deep
Hangs with Jews
Gm
Chills up at their barmitzfah's
He loves the hooligans
Now we eat at houlihans's
Seen Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them niggas Who the Man
Pulled the toast out on these
niggas one time
And even Cuda ran
F
You know that I'm a skitzo
Gm
Who listens to calypso
But I'm quick though
And old school like Hungry Hungry Hippo
Ask my Queens niggaz how I
get dough kiko
Now I beat up clicks, eat up chicks
F
Ask my man how I beat up shit
And when I'm out of work,
Gm
I got to re- up quick
Every six the same pies,
drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank rise,
and no bitch I ain't high!
I've been hotter
Cm
Dm
Since I was in pamper
Eb
Dm
s hittin pinatas
You win nada
Cm
Dm
Eb
Come on I got put on by
Mase and Big Poppa
Cm
Dm
So I'm glad you sat down
Eb
Dm
I ain't want Uncle Un
to bring the gats down
Cm
Dm
He spat rounds,
Eb
Gm
Dm
I heard that nigga clap towns
Gm
But me I never back down
My mother, she can sign that
F
I know you're thinkin' that
It's bout that time
Nigga I wanna rewind that
So go ahead and rewind it faggot
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AccordsGm F Cm Dm Eb
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