Тональность: B major•
Verse 1
C#m
D#m
B
C#m
Just Blaze
B
(oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa
Verse 2
C#m
All the girls see the (boy), look
at his kicks (boy)
Look at his car (boy), all
I say is (oh boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
B
Clap at your soldiers sober,
then leave after it's over
C#m
Killa, I'm not your companion,
or your man stand-in (nope)
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in,
I'll be scramblin' (that's right)
With lots of mobsters, shop
for lobsters (uh)
C#m
listen every block is blaka (blaka)
But she like the way I diddy bop,
you peep that? (Oh you peep that, right?)
Mink on, Mauri kicks plus Chanel ski hat
She want the (boy) so I
give her the (boy)
B
Now she screamin' out
(boy, boy, boy, boy)
C#m
Now she playin' with herself,
Cam dig it out, lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck, girl, get it out,
pick on up (shit)
They want the boy,
Montana with guns with bandanas
B
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Verse 3
C#m
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the
(boy), I'm tellin' ya (boy)
Put a shell in ya (boy) now
he bleedin' (oh boy)
Get him, call his (boy), he wheezin'
he need his (boy)
(boy, boy, boy, boy)
C#m
Dam n, shut up (boy) he's
snitchin' (oh boy)
This nigga's bitchin (boy), he's
twistin' (oh boy)
If feds was listenin' (boy)
B
Damn, whoa (whoa, c'mon)
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
C#m
Where the fuck is my (boy)? I got
trust for my (boy)
That's why I fuck with my (boy), that's
my nigga (oh boy)
He gon' come get his (boy), he
got love for his (boy)
B
That's my, uh huh, uh huh (boy,
boy, boy, boy)
Verse 4
C#m
When he got caught with the (boy,) we
went to court for the (boy)
Just me and my (boy) and
we sayin' (oh boy)
Be on the block with my (boy) with
the or the (boy)
B
When the cops come, "Squalie"
C#m
Yeah, this is for the sports cars,
Bonita's, Jimmy's
Pj's, old school,
eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (boy), holla
Killa, holla, listen
C#m
It's the D-I-P (boy) plus
plus the R-O-C (boy)
You'll You'll be D-O-A (boy) your
your moms will say (oh boy)
Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em,
B
C#m
guns we got a lot of 'em (shit)
B
Matter of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em
C#m
Then slap up his (boy), clap
up his (boy)
Wrap up his (boy), get them
gats (oh boy)
Diplomats are them (boy) for
the girls and the (boy)
B
Say (boy, boy, boy, boy)
Verse 5
B
C#m
Now when they see Cam and his (boy) they say
damn (oh boy)
Santana's that (boy) that squeeze
hammers (oh boy)
Canons and bandanas blammers we
don't brandish
B
Blam at your man's canvas then
scram with your man's leaded
C#m
And I'm back with my (boy)
Verse 6
C#m
Until that man is vanished
Away in the Grand Canyon these
kids are grand standin'
B
Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (boy,
boy, boy, boy)
C#m
Well fuck it, Van Damme 'em,
Cam'll blam blam 'em
Call up his (boy), I'm down
South tannin (oh boy)
Mami I got the remedy,
Tommy's I bet the enemy
B
Homi's and bodies but now my
C#m
body your feelin' finicky
Killa and Capo we chill in Morocco for reela
We got dough,
chinchilla dough and fill with them hollows, huh
It's the (boy), I said
it's the (boy)
B
C#m
I'm the (boy,
B
C#m
boy, boy, boy),
B
Killa
C#m
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