Тональность: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
It was a Saturday night
on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit,
brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for
any girl's pleasure
Eb
Left a pound and a half of
Gm
that shit still in the dresser
Ab
Gm
I slapped a clip in my nine,
threw a clip in my sock
Picked three grand up off the dresser,
it was ten on the dot
Eb
Gm
Now my beeper started beeping,
I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more,
Eb
Gm
Cm
I had more money than Brinks
Bb
Bbm
See, I was quitting the game
Gm
and tonight was my fling
Eb
Gm
You see on the streets they're players
Cm
Gm
Bbm
but only one king
Gm
Cm
Now that's the title I held
Gm
Eb
Gm
but the game is real fast
Cm
You gotta get in and get out
Gm
if you expecting to last
Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs
chillin' in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but
very few close friends
We broke to the set,
E parked the car on the grass
High- signin' was his trademark
and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans,
the whole jam stopped to stare
Cm
Gm
And as we walked through the crowd
Cm
they threw bills in the air
Gm
I spied my man Jazz maxin'
Cm
Gm
out with two stone cold freaks
C
Gm
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man,
you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from
the east coast, the Bronx
F
Gm
He was known to be hard on the women
C
and a brother he'd stomp
Gm
Smack a bitch in a minute,
Cm
C
some say just for fun
Gm
And he was known for his chrome-
Cm
C
Gm
plated pearl- handled gun
Cm
Gm
"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love
Gm
But what's up with that six g's
you owe me, man
'Member when your boys took that fall?
And I posted the bail 'cause
yo ass was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz
Gm
Just then I saw Donald- D
hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec,
black leather he wore
C
Gm
Hoes grabbed for they niggas when D
hit the set
'Cause what Donald D wanted,
is what Donald D get
Donald's eyes hit mine,
C
then a smile across his face
Gm
Then a light hit his ring and blinded
C
Gm
the whole goddamn place
C
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you mean
Gm
But I got the flyest shit
C
rollin' off gasoline"
Gm
Everyone in the party
C
moved quickly outside
Gm
To see Donald D's ultimate super fly ride
It was black, it was low,
cost twice that of my Porsche
C
A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course
Gm
It purred like a jet
"Yo man, I bought it with
cash"
It had 'Donald D' written in gold
on the dash
Then out of no where came
a shot across the street
C
Gm
I felt pain in my chest and my
knees got weak
There was blood on my hands
and I fell to to the ground
C
Gm
And all I could hear was
"Yo Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me
The night that I quit
The night that I ended all this hustlin',
playin' shit
It's ironic ain't it
The night I retire,
Cm
Gm
would be the same night that my whole life expire
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