Тональность: Eb major
Intro 1
D
Bbaug
Gm
Bbaug
Ebm
F#
D
Bbaug
Gm
F#aug
F#
D
Bbaug
Gm
F#aug
Ebm
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D
Bbaug
Gm
F#
Well it's a hot hot
Verse 1
D
Sunday jump up around a quarter to ten
F#
Had to run and get this blunt
that I left in my Benz
D
I lit the shit and caught
F#
a early mornin buzz
Bbaug
Ebm
And called my nigga E 'What up
D
loc?,' 'What up cuz?'
I'm thinkin bout pullin out
the trey for performance
Bbaug
F#
And maybe hit a few corners
D
I let the batteries charge while
the kids stood waitin
F#
For me to hit the switch
D
and floss the Daytons
Bbaug
Gm
I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot
F#
Ebm
So I drove her straight down to the
F#
D
wash spot
Bbaug
They shine my shit up real glossy
Suckers starin but my shit
F#
jumps like Kriss Kross G
D
C
So fuck what ya heard
D
cause my trey does flips
F#
D
The superclean three with the lifts
I guess I got my whole day
planned and I'm trippin
Bbaug
Ebm
F#
D
Quick to hit the switch so let's go dip
Bbaug
D
pin
Bbaug
F#
Verse 2
D
Bbaug
D
F#
D
Bbaug
D
Bbaug
Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets
F#
D
Bbaug
Gm
D
F#aug
F#
D
(repeat 3X)
C
Now I'm rollin cocked up, flossin down
Verse 3
Gm
the street
F#
I took Imperial to the beach
D
C
Gm
But before I arose on the scene
D
F#
I saw the individuals rollin like a team
D
Drove a little bit futher saw
Bbaug
F#
Without a doubt everything was tight
D
But they gotta watch
Bbaug
out for the King
Gm
F#aug
Ebm
D
Cause I can make my sixty- three sing
Bbaug
D
Bbaug
No pigs round, no I ain't no sucka
F#
I'm doin sixty just hangin
More Bound To The Ounce
is what counts so I show it
F#
D
Even if it means I gotta total it
Bbaug
Swervin from lane to lane
F#
D
A Cadillac just ain't the same
If you don't know what
I mean and ya sittin
F#aug
F#
Come on, get in,
D
Bbaug
Gm
let's go dippin
F#aug
Ebm
Verse 4
D
Bbaug
D
F#
Ebm
F#
D
C
Gm
F#aug
F#
D
Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets
Bbaug
C
Gm
F#aug
Ebm
F#
D
Gm
(repeat 3X) I felt like Cube cause today was a good day
F#aug
F#
For me to act the fool in my trey
D
Bbaug
D
I'm not worried bout
C
a sucka tryin to stick and rob
F#
I just buck em down with my thirty- odd
D
Creeped up to the beach,
Gm
packed to capacity
F#
D
Hoes walkin by 'Hi Your Majesty'
I said I'm not Young MC but
what's the flava
F#
I played it like Troop cause
I'm not? souped?
D
I park my shit on three wheels
cause I'm ill
F#aug
D#m
F#
Compton's on the set with the real deal
D
This one's for the riders
F#
all around the world
Dippin through the hood wit your girl
D
Bumps in the back, sunroof top
F#
Niggas lookin crazy so I'm reachin
D
Bbaug
for the gloc
D
Every hood knows where the blood
and are crippin
F#
Ain't nothin like a Sunday out just
D
dippin
Gm
Bbaug
F#
Verse 5
D
Bbaug
Gm
F#
Ebm
F#
D
Let's go dippin, dippin through
Gm
F#aug
F#
the streets (repeat 3X)
Outro 1
D
Bbaug
D
C
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Ebm
D
Gm
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D
Bbaug
D
C
F#
D
Bbaug
D
Gm
F#aug
F#
D
Bbaug
Gm
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Ebm
D
Bbaug
C
Gm
F#
D
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D
Bb
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D
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