Тональность: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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St. Lunatics and we here now,
we never give up
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Gm
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Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up,
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Gm
put your shit up cause now
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We navigatin, wood grain,
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hood slang, collaboratin
God over satan,
no debatin, so I'm celebratin
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This new life, off the block buyin stock
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Divin off the dock in Bangkok,
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I used to slang rock
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And it was so hard,
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but now the wallet sport a gold card
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Bitches goin nuts when the
rims hit the boulevard
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Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
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From the T.V.s,
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diamonds went from hard to see to 3- d
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Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
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Puffin seaweed, I'm free,
hit the slope and ski
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DC to France, finance is too advanced
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Wit' plans to cause a trance,
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money stands yellin "romance!"
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I never stop comin, gunnin,
runnin and sunnin
Dm
With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on
hun'neds spinnin and blunted
Verse 2
niggas brought they cars out
Dm
all the stars out
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We ain't been here two minutes,
mami already yellin
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Verse 3
niggas brought they cars out
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Thick broads out, all the stars out
Dm
We ain't been here two minutes,
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Verse 4
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Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes,
we still ghetto
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Float St. Louis, fake insurance,
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Nuts are heavy,
Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go
Kevin Law tell 'em I said so
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I let go, sixteen out of sixty- four
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And the forty- eight bars left'll have
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you keekin for mo'
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Women be like "who do
F
y'all think y'all are?"
Dm
I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks,
I'm far from a star
Cause I'm the sun,
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the reason why the day gon' come
F
One out of five reasons why
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they hat in on us
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Tracks is like a gas tank,
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And my shows is robbery style,
they givin it up
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I'm like a Michael Jackson concert,
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And these haters are like a comedy,
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be buggin me up
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They women treat me like cows,
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they be pullin my stuff
Dm
And to get that up outta me more,
they be suckin me off
Verse 5
niggas brought they cars out
Dm
all the stars out
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Dm
F
We ain't been here two minutes,
mami already yellin
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Verse 6
niggas brought they cars out
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Dm
F
Thick broads out, all the stars out
Gm
Dm
F
We ain't been here two minutes,
mami already yellin
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Verse 7
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Now you know Mo,
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I stay equipped with a zip
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And the soles of my Air Force
One's on e'ry trip
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Dm
And on e'ry whip I choose
Dm
(What them niggas 'round the corner
gon' start shit for?)
When they know, oh,
he keep a stash in the Nav'
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Pop a half and take out
Dm
your Ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh
hands in our pants like Al Bundy
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I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday
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Dm
And e'ry other day a nigga
Gm
fuckin with gun play
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It's ok, since all the dogs out
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All my broads out,
doin they bought the bar out
And we rollin,
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Henny holdin and blunt rollin
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Gm
Money foldin,
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been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
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Dm
It's official,
Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle
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Dm
You boys signed to Fo' Reel,
you doin your thug thizzle
Verse 8
niggas brought they cars out
Dm
all the stars out
F
We ain't been here two minutes,
mami already yellin
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Verse 9
niggas brought they cars out
F
Thick broads out, all the stars out
Dm
F
We ain't been here two minutes,
mami already yellin
Dm
"What a nigga gon' do with it,
can we hop in the Infinite?"
Outro 1
I'm like okaaaay
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