Тональность: D minor
Verse 1
Am
B
A
Am
Uh, Fairbanks,
Alaska, Omaha, Nebraska,
C
B
A
Am
Bangor, Maine, Grand Rapids, Little Rock, Amarillo,
B
Am
New Haven, Dewey Beach, Delaware, Orlando,
B
but right now we in Southern Cali
and we just
A
With the clique, just another day
Am
A
B
Drinking my cup and I'm feeling okay
A
Just killed a 30 pack,
Am
got another on the way
A
Got the homie Chevrolet,
B
A
full of Tecate L .A. to T .J.,
we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid
ass shit that we say
B
A
We the illest motherfuckers
while your crew is submerged
Dm
Big wax, bitch we Lewis and Clark
B
A
Ah, you heard the rumor probably
Am
That I sold my human body
A
B
to the Illuminati
And now they use it to copy
A
my brainwave patterns
Am
I'm the master of a stupid
hobby called rapping
A
I'll prove it probably
B
when I'm right about it
A
I'll have my first hit
Am
when the world's in a no
B
-longer -using -oil stage
A
The soundtrack of apocalypse
Am
lookin' back from the rocket ships
Thinkin' I'm glad I've gotten
B
rich in the nick of time
A
Am
Intense imagination, readin' places
Your basic complacent mind
B
A
can't relate with outside
The matrix outline my face with chalk
Am
B
We already dead, where y 'all?
Steadily tread,
Am
A
you walk on the path of immortal
Am
But me and Herbal Tea,
B
we are practically orbital
A
Am
Trash a recordable device
and all its content
B
Nobody feelin' that nonsense
A
B
I got the feelin' that Colum
bus must've fell
Dm
when he reached the shore
A
B
Vasco de Gamarama,
I'm a conquistador
F
A
Venturin' the territory no
one's ever seen before
Rap El Dorado,
B
A
let the bottle of tequila pour
Am
Le gendary Lena Horne,
A
status for my clique
Am
A
Y more like the Katrina Storm,
A
Been doin' it since the doc
pulled us out
Am
by Caesarian birth
B
It won't stop till I'm buried
in earth, I'm sayin'
A
B
A
The flow's so nice, it's got great karma
Am
A
B
L -O -A chop the beat
like a steak shwarma
Am
John Cheese on your marinara spaghetti
B
Rippin' Maryland steady,
Am
A
people preparin' confetti
Girls wearin' it ready,
Am
B
comparin' to Betty Greybull in Maryland wearin' a teddy
A
Am
We up in the Serengeti
A
with a pair of machetes
Am
A
Up in the bush with the bush
B
motherfuckers ain't ready
We ain't new to this, knowin' this
We've been doin' this,
doin' this since the uterus
People been askin', who is this,
who is this?
It's the crew with the fluidness
of the numerous influences
Gettin' lewd off the fusion
of music
Producin' the stupidness
of you and this
Ludicrous is the group
where the two of us is elusive
It's too deficient a pool that is fluidless
Or a brain tumor that's humorous
C
Or a stewardess who is just
We're using the roof,
it was two minutes, please
Am
C
Please prepare for takeoff
B
Am
B
Am
B
Am
B
Am
With your click, just another day
Drinking my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 -pack,
got another on the way
Got the holy Chevrolet full of
Am
Tecate L .A. to D .J.
We do this all day
Gettin' paid for the stupid
-ass shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers
while you're crewin' some work
Just spit wax and see
Bitch, we Lewis and Clark
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