Тональность: Bb minor
Verse 1
Bm
F#m
A
Listen up gangstas and honeys
Bm
with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
F#m
A
Dog, whatever they call you,
D
Bm
god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
Bm
A
The bullet goes back in the gun
Bm
The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
F#m
A
Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
C#m
Bm
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
A
He put his hands back on his bitch
Bm
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
F#m
Bm
A
Going reverse, slowly prepared
D
Bm
My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
A
Sitting in back of this chair,
Bm
we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
F#m
Bm
A
Jungle unrolls it,
Bm
put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
F#m
Bm
We listen to Stevie,
A
Bm
it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
A
I give my niggas dap,
Bm
jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
F#m
took off the black shirt
Bm
A
I'm in the crib with the
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
A
The voice on the phone was like,
Bm
"Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
A
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
'Cause Jungle said,
F#m
"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
A
Bm
then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
F#m
Bm
A
Who left, she came back,
Bm
her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
F#m
I told her, "No hell"
A
Bm
She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
A
Started sucking with no hands,
Bm
a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
F#m
A
Got fully dressed and told me,
Bm
"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
F#m
Bm
Walking through the door,
A
Bm
she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
F#m
glass with juice and ice
A
The clock went back from three,
And that's about the time
F#m
A
That's when I first heard the
Bm
voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
F#m
nigga we gotta kill"
A
Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
F#m
Listen man, this dude right on the block,
A
C#
right now, man
Bm
C#
Bm
I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
A
Bm
F#m
Let's kill him)
Verse 4
Outro 1
F#m
A
Bm
F#m
A
Bm
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