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