Тональность: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they
ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album,
I don't give a damn how many he put
out he talk about the same
shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather
seats
mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga
(mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
Interlude 1
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Am
G
Am
Em
G
Em
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Verse 2
Em
Am
Come on, O.K., peep it my techs
swing low like sweet chariots
Em
G
Bust em and burry em
Am
That be his faithness sending
flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
Em
And mourning with these
G
Am
motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
Em
Another nigga bled another
niggaz gone be bleeding
Dm
'cause I ain't trynna hear
that shit this evening
Am
y'all niggaz best believe in
Lets creep across the
Am
cemetery how they get there
Em
Am
I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
Em
G
Am
My nigga said that he been fucking
up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
Em
G
I suggest he take that
Am
stupid shit to Sunset
Em
But naw,but naw he want to play
bad Billy bad ass and shit
Dm
I'm flawing my game like
I can't perform the hit
Am
Em
I threw on the fucking plastic bag
wrapped my hands around
Am
his ass the squeezed
Em
til the nigga can't breath
G
Am
Limiting cheese about my trap,how the
Em
G
fuck imma catch the mouse
Am
If you busting ya gun and
steady runnin ya mouth
Em
But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga
G
Am
But best believe real come
the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
Em
Blast them hollow points,'cause hollow
points get points across
Dm
They want the juice but they
don't want to pay the cost
Am
Now who's the boss
Em
My nigga ask these hoes
Am
I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose
Em
They eyes if they ain't closed
G
Am
The lifestyle that I chose who
G
knows may make me rich
Am
But if them feds kick down
them doors then lifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon
Em
G
thinking bout the snitch
Am
And wit my phone call I
know exactly who to hit
Em
My niggaz Don Perry we got
some bodies to burry
Dm
Hide them niggaz with rugers and
hide them lugers with Karen
Am
Now its very nescesary that
Em
this bid go through
Am
'cause I already know my niggaz threw
Em
Am
ain't no motherfuckin sunshine
Verse 3
chorus:Aint no motherfuckin sunshine,
Em
G
Am
Its only tech nines and clips and
Em
niggaz that equip for whatever
G
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Em
I thought you knew better
Am
,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from
Am
ain't no sunshine
Verse 4
my nigga,
G
the sun ain't gonna shine
Am
Till I reach about a million
Talkin billions with Brazilions
I got this funny feeling that
Em
G
I'm gone be filthy rich
Am
And I'm gone marry money
'cause money's a faithful bitch
Em
If it ain't one thang its ten
more so fuck another
Dm
Surrounded by undercovers everytime
they see they sucker
Am
My mind be in the gutter,but that's
Em
how I burn the house
Am
Because I try to prove what these
Em
Am
pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me
G
shout,yea they frustrate me
Am
Because I sell dope I guess that's
why these niggaz hate me
Em
G
Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
Am
But time don't matter nigga
doing the same shit
Em
The Narcs about to hit
His habit made em tell
law,bastard crooked as hell
Am
They lookin for Terrel
Em
Am
Mixed him up with Derrel it's
2 Derrels
Em
G
They hit they doe with Marquel
Am
Breakin em on the phone,told my
Am
They knew we shot them niggaz they
just lookin for the shells
They try to best they nail,
Em
G
like nail give me a break
Am
Us cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
Dm
We,appreciate that we so smooth
they ain't caught us yet
Am
Now Karen want respect,claim I'm
Am
But my name is not Rome,I don't
know where I belong
Em
G
Am
Pumpin her up with these
Em
Am
G
songs,so so-long to all three
Am
get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the
Em
G
lock that she was holdin
Am
She brought my shit
downstairs,my fuckin box was open
Em
I'm holdin my breath before I
Dm
mothafuckin hurt her
Rambaling through my shit
no shells from the murder
Am
I asked her calmly where
Em
the fuck is my shit
Am
"Troy that's all I had"
Em
What the fuck you mean bitch
G
Am
It should have been six empty
Em
G
bullets and my ruger
Am
Fuck trynna explain popped
her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders would
Em
G
interfer with my grindin
Am
But what the fuck you expect if
Em
Dm
the sun ain't shinin
Am
chorus
Interlude 2
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
G
Am
Em
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Verse 5
Am
My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on
G
Am
picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me while I'm working
Em
G
This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon
Am
Too hot in the streets I got
to stay in my room
Em
Soon to be charged
3 murders second count
Dm
But once in this will, twinzo I leave her out
Am
Yo burn for your nigga,bout the
Em
dope visit my brother
Am
Em
Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta
Am
and I knew I shouldn't trust her
G
'cause I keep thinking bout her ass
Am
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my
door and who is that
Em
G
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
Am
Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
Em
I ran up stairs to get my
gat yea that mack
Dm
I'm running and ducking one
grazed me cross my back
Am
Em
But then I reach my gat,payback I'm
bustin rockets
Am
Ran back to the stairs took
Em
G
two clips off in my pocket
Am
His gun I heard him cock it
Em
Am
G
went the bustin over there
Am
I'm poppin on them pussy
niggaz, die nigga yea
Em
I pop one in his ear,told him I
Am
Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is
there Karen's cousin
Em
Then I rushed into the bathroom
then turned off the light
Dm
I heard somebody footsteps
approaching to my right
Am
Now bullets taking flight.I'm bustin
Em
in all directions
Am
I laid in the tub praying
Em
for my protec tion
Am
Done hit me to perfection I was
G
fucked up in the game
Am
While laying in the tub I heard
them niggaz call my name
Em
G
My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet holes
Am
If I gotta leave some
more of them has got to go
Em
I ran back to the stairs and went
the bustin with mine
Dm
All directs wit tech 9
Am
but they waitin in line,I was fine shit
Em
went to the phone to call Greg
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It ain't no fuckin sunshine!
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