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