Тональность: Db major
Verse 1
C
This jam I slam because I'm hard
Have you ever met a kid
F
that hung on an album?
C
Claiming he got props
but don't wanna give none back
F
He'll take my name off this track
C
If I sell a million does it make
me a sellout?
Because I do the music that I set out to do
Or does the definition means
that I sold out?
Cause the music that I do
wasn't set out for you
Brothers try hard, real hard to rehearse
While they misconverse,
now to the next verse
I like hardcore, but others are bored
I have a tendency to ignore,
or maybe I snore
Performing music,
if you like it, then choose it
And take the flack, but if not, yo
F
Then get the monkey off
C
F
your back
C
F
C
F
C
I get into fights everyday
I catch the heat I'm feelin' nice
So check your stuff,
without your niggas you ain't hype
Cause H2O don't have
to roll with the vice
F
Squad be doin' hits on them all
C
The asshole needs be lookin' big to a twig
F
H is large, I'm Bogart, you dig?
C
Quick to shoot the mad shit,
I'll be buggin'
Beats and breaks from X -Tapes,
C
Rock the funk, your joints slit, slow and proud
A PRT be keepin' the party,
so follow me now
From the Project Switch,
it's in the West Jack, you're wack,
F
you got your pockets and your vets
C
Tryin' to stress, you get a lit chicken chest
H is vexed, I'm well -reflected, yes
For me to put it brief to your chief,
can you dig it?
Hold your fuckin' nose for the pros,
C
Never one for beatin' up on women,
but I do it
Four nosy jerk turks in my men's fluid
Huh, like the,
like the heads on a Pan Airplane
Something to keep you running
with the bare bare crates
F
C
Or slam your Uncle Fred
and have the bedrock jumping
BOO! BOO!
Shit be pumping
Grab some hits, bacon, eggs, and grits
F
And get a grip, cause H is the shit
F
I'm just trying to win, boy
C
F
Gotta get the monkey for one fucker
that's where I belong
F
Gotta get the monkey for one fucker
C
You crack heads on the boulevard
Dm
C
You gotta get the monkey
C
F
The A &R tryna put you down
C
You gotta get the monkey from
C
Guess I'm the man, 5 '7, surely slams
Step into a jam, Mr. L. Yelch and Sam
Fintan wins and I got a lot of friends
Livins like Vivins, turn boys into mens
And do you know the time?
It's a quarter to my niner
Cause niggas wanna flip
F
when they hear the fly rhymin'
C
Garfin' verbs on a dime,
wet your ass like slimer
F
I dip, dip, dive, do a stunt like MacGyver
C
Let's see who can hang
with the Brooklyn boy slang
You missed sunkissed,
F
now you're swinging with the tang
C
Bang bang rookie, I bet not a rookie
Too cool for school, so outplayed rookie
No goonie goo goo's on my
Chattanooga choo choo
Those big bucks I'm making
in big meanie foo goo
Go coo coo for pups,
I'm rough on the ill track
F
A brother with dope, afro or the real black
C
I'm strapped with the gat,
so chill with your lip
Bar she blows, howdy ho all my good ship
I blow like Dixie, girl let's be so gift me
Fm
My props when I drop shit,
F
The animals tryna put you down
C
F
Gotta get the monkey from all the fire
Fm
C
Ain't nobody wild that's
why we huntin'
F
Gotta get the monkey from all the fire
Fm
C
The crackheads on the boulevard
F
Gotta get the monkey from all the fire
Fm
C
The animals tryna put you down
Gotta get the monkey from
F
Fm
C
all the fire
F
C
Gotta get the monkey from all the fire
Gotta get the monkey from
F
C
all the fire
C
Gotta
F
C
Gotta get the monkey from Allfire
C
C
Gotta get the monkey from Allfire
C
F
Gotta get the monkey from Allfire
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