Тональность: D minor•
Verse 1
the fucking door man
You so fucking paranoid man
C
What's the matter wit' you man?
Dm
Gm
C
Dm
It's like a nigga
could write for hours
And get real theatrical wit' this,
C
Dm
Gm
Understand?
Dm
I got stripes when it comes
C
Dm
to this right here,
C
y'all know my repertoire
Gm
Dm
C
and the cats I roll wit' is dangerous
Dm
And they ain't your
Am
Dm
regular average cats
Dm
Aiyyo, It's all elegance
Verse 2
Dm
He spoke third power style
C
Dm
high intelligence
Gm
A young man handle the
C
game like Merill Lynch
Dm
3 a.m. breathing, leaning in gates
I mean creaming,
Selling these cakes in slabs like
Lanolakes
Fiends beaming, steaming
C
Dm
Gm
Associated wit' names and demons
C
All apparent reasons
Dm
We live here the gate blew in a year
Sorta like time share where crime
Sport it like I shine yeah,
Rainbow dough was the emmo
C
Dm
So many flavours yo,
Gm
C
Buy your neighbour off underwater vault
Dm
Then I met him, Colombian name Flako
Had the whole block locked selling
C
Dm
tons in Morocco
era Costanti, nigga dead up
Dm
Gm
C
Sniff the rawest mist mixed wit 7up
Dm
Had a black wiz spoke German
Higher learning burning
Ask Vernon got a bed set
bought a black jet
Bitch large percentage on
C
her rich motor lodge
Gm
C
Lost her arm, shot wid a AK up in
Dm
the south
Paramedics rocked her,
Said she had connections out Anartica
C
Dm
Barrels of juices from Florida
Dm
dusthead centerfoldin
Gm
Out in Club Med butt ass
C
layin' like she dead
Dm
Wise guys fell for her ambiance
Am
Dm
C
Pull it together, black renassaince
Dm
Queen Elizabeth aunt
Crazy swift Cristal murderer
C
Dm
Gm
Guzzle the shit like she dying kid
C
Showing off her diamond
Dm
Flashbacks now it's me and him again
Last word I caught
C
'Put your money in we could
Dm
have the shit bumpin'
That's federalo music
C
Dm
I caught the glimpse from the bitch
Gm
When she winched yeah
Dm
She blinked twitched her
nose then froze
Am
Check your Rolls by the blow
Dm
It's time to roll nigga let's go
I thought about it
Broke the money down
C
What's the total count it,
Dm
Gm
No count it over in the mix
Dm
Nope not time to motor
He estimated over me not being a crook
Count it over
Yo only on the strength of my man
C
Dm
We ain't hit him wid the strong hand
Gm
C
Gun him down leave him out in flatlands
Dm
He backhand smacked her
Threw her on the table jacked her
Am
Dm
C
I broke out in laughter fif
Dm
teen minutes after
Police knocked on the door
C
Dm
Looked out the window of my room
Gm
C
As your, nigga yeah that's yours
Dm
He opened up the door this nigga wildin'
His bitch is in shock
Am
Dm
C
Dm
Start smiling and speaking on Valen
Yo wisen up bitch this from the rich
C
Dm
Immobilize the game get
Dm
Regards from the mayor you hype
Fuck right, lets fuck this money up
C
And get large and blow out
Dm
ta sight
Verse 3
Dm
[Repeat x3]
C
Dm
Wise niggas wake up
Gm
C
Dm
C
Dm
Dm
Gm
Who you gon' choose
Me or him
Fuck around meet the tension
Am
Dm
See you in the next di mension
C
Dm
C
Y'all niggas didn't listen
Outro 1
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Gm
C
Dm
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Dm
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Dm
Gm
Dm
C
Dm
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Dm
C
Dm
Gm
Dm
C
Dm
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F
Dm
C
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Gm
C
Dm
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Dm
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