Тональность: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Em
F
Boom,
C
Boom, clap, boom clap
Dm
Boom, clap, boom clap
Em
Am
Boom, clap, boom clap
Verse 2
Am
Now, everybody, get your hands
up
Now, everybody, get your hands up
Lo- so, mo' betta (mo' betta),
mo' cheddar (mo' cheddar)
Em
I do the rolls; I am not
F
Am
a mo wetta
Challenge me with the bling - these
niggas know betta
The wings are as big as the logo
Dm
Hos betta have a fall back attack
Em
I come through like a funeral
- all black on black
Am
Em
Couple six deuces, all back to back
Am
Em
Few flyin' Spurs, all back to back
Am
Need a '04 '05 Dunkin
'n them
Em
When it come to makin' O's, we like
Am
Nah, I ain't talking donuts
I'm talking white ones
C
like the Nike low cuts
Dm
You couldn't see me if
you stood on your tippy toes
Em
But you could smell this Cali
kush with the zippy closed
Em
those seats is peanut butter
Am
You never seen us stutter,
Verse 3
like street fitted, and...
Am
[Chorus:]
Yep, I'm back stuntin', yep,
I'm back frontin'
Em
Yep, I'm somebody who made
something outta nothing
Am
Yep, I know you see something
that you wantin'
It's just something about me
C
Dm
you can't go with out me, y'all
Em
Said, you can't go without me y'all
Said, you can't go without
Am
me y'all
Verse 4
Am
Now, everybody, get your hands
up
Em
Am
Now, everybody, get your hands up
Mo' stuntin' (mo' stuntin'),
Em
mo' frontin' (mo' frontin')
How you gettin' it, homey?
Am
You can ask about him; he go hard
C
With that A.M.E.X. negro card
Dm
Last time I was seen in a strip club
Em
Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club
Am
May I say I made a way
Em
Am
To stay fly till the day I fade away
Em
Am
Hey, I pray I stay out of
a hater's way
Em
Lemme play like A.I., and just get to the point
F
Am
Lemme hear 'em say "ah"
when he spit to the joint
You gon' hear a spray "raa"
when I get to the joint
C
Dm
And a blind man could see that
them niggas with Fab is gon'
Em
Come like them dudes came
for Tony at the Babylon
Am
Em
Rapid fire, do you know a rapid flyer?
Am
Em
The L- O- S- O; I guess no
Am
Em
F
Am
Verse 5
C
[Chorus]
Dm
Em
Now,
get your hands up
Em
Am
Now, everybody, get your hands up
Mo' winnin' (mo' winnin')
Em
mo' dinin' (mo' dinin')
F
Slow windin' gangstas throw signs and
Am
I can't help that the chain is so shinin'
That the shit on my wrist
Dm
They don't search us; they know
Em
we got the flamers
Still let us slide through the door,
like Cramer
Am
Em
I believe in God, but my true religion
Am
Is stuffin' big faces down in these
Em
Am
true religions
We everywhere,
you ain't never there
Em
New coupe shoe shine,
F
like patent leather Airs
Am
Pushin' something we
ain't got our names on
Two '07's, neither one
of us is James Bond
Dm
We in the V.I.P.'s with the big names
Em
Fendi Aviator shades with the big frames
Am
The streets is watchin',
and look at how good I'm lookin'
Em
Am
Verse 6
C
[Chorus]
Dm
Em
Now,
get your hands up
Outro 1
Am
Now, everybody, get your hands up
Em
F
Am
C
Dm
Em
Am
Em
Am
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