Тональность: C minor•
Intro 1
Fm
Bb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Eb
Fm
Verse 1
Fm
Everybody wanna ball,
everybody wanna ball
Cm
Everybody wanna ball,
Bb
holla at broads at the mall
Fm
Cm
Everybody wanna ball,
Fm
Eb
Fm
everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball,
nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Verse 2
Fm
Uhhh; I'm still smokin out, po'in up,
puttin dick up in yo' slut
Cm
Niggaz look I'm sayin "What,
" hustlin not in a rut
Eb
Gettin down on the grind,
Cm
Fm
puttin meat up in they spine
Young girl lookin fine,
comin back with the whole nine
Bb
Fm
Grip the 'l lac, do the track,
young go there off the map
Cm
Hit the sack, drop seven grams,
Fm
watch it bubble back
Cm
All heart, never fraud,
Ab
Eb
Fm
only trustin in the Lord
Never in no man mouth; represent
the whole South
Everybody wanna be the boy
gettin rich (rich)
Cm
Everybody wanna have a bad ass
Eb
Fm
bitch (bitch)
Eb
Everybody want a 'llac,
Fm
wanna blow the dojasack
Everybody wanna come through
Verse 3
with the full pack
Fm
Everybody wanna ball,
Eb
holla at broads at the mall
Fm
If he up, watch him fall,
Cm
Fm
nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Cm
Everybody wanna ball,
Ab
Fm
Bb
Fm
holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall,
nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Everybody wanna ball,
everybody wanna ball
Cm
Everybody wanna ball,
Fm
holla at broads at the mall
Cm
Everybody wanna ball,
Fm
everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball,
nigga I can't fuck witch'all
Verse 4
Fm
I'm the king pullin the strings,
the man behind the man
Bb
Cm
And the trillest, swear to it,
with Bible in my hand
Eb
Cm
Eb
Represent it for the G's
Cm
(and who?) the real trill fellas
Fm
And the hood's the barrio
Cm
(what?) even the [?]
Fm
Tried to tell us we couldn't do it,
don't even try
Eb
They almost had me believin that shit,
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
I had to look 'em in they eye
Cm
to see the hate in they heart
Bb
Fm
See everybody can't love you mayne,
they just playin they part (for real)
I was taught to play my position
Eb
Fm
and wait for my shot
And win the game, blow the spot,
fuck who like it or not
Eb
You can't please everybody (no) you
Bb
Fm
might as well please you
And keep it 100 with yourself,
Cm
Bb
Fm
Eb
Fm
just like the G's do (like the G's
Bb
Fm
do)
Bb
Uhhhh; everybody
Verse 5
Cm
Bb
Cm
Ab
Bb
Fm
wanna have a platinum ass dick (dick)
Bb
Cm
Or a gold ass pussy,
Fm
Cm
Bb
don't you wanna break a trick? (trick)
Fm
Eb
Don Magic Juan told me
Fm
to stay true (true)
It's all about the green,
not the red or the blue (blue)
The lean, flat screens and the disc
say Screw (Screw)
Leanin on a switch (switch) press
Eb
Cm
Fm
in on ya bitch (bitch)
Cm
You don't put no gun to your brother head,
nigga
Fm
Don't put your rubber on like
you're squeezin a trigger
On your swipe, shine bright,
Eb
Bb
in the dark or the light
Cm
VVS prime cut, 92 karats, I'm right
Eb
Bb
Cm
In the prong set link chain,
Eb
Bb
Fm
grippin on the woodgrain
Bb
Eb
Young girls suckin on my dick like it's a chicken wang
Outro 1
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Fm
Cm
Ab
Fm
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
Eb
Fm
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