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