Tonalità: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
D#
Yeah,
G#m
scandalous
D#
G#m
Yeah miraculous, the arson ists
Verse 2
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot,
260
2L, I heard they had O's for sale
D#
I heard the same shit,
money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates
G#m
and great plate
Where's the cat from,
think he's from New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him,
but he was using him
D#
Power sun, jungle, physical,
you know the God
He go with Tim,
the one who called Lover of God
G#m
Y, Equality Self,
I know the natural law now
It's time to get the God U
and blow like mines
D#
But on the low I heard he got
born original sin
Back in a drive- through Kentucky
G#m
Fried shot up his Ac
We got to get him Dunn,
aliens is snatching our bread
U.F.O.'s moving in with bigger
plans than Fed, yo
D#
Knock on Daddy- O's
door get the scope
He's not home,
he took Ishmael to Park Slope
G#m
There go the the dreads yo, swindle
two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had
you laid out like bums
D#
Peace Kiana, what's up with
your girlfriend Wanda
She drive a green Honda,
G#m
with legs like Jane Fonda
I just left her,
she took Rashaan to Pathmark then
Jetted to Canal to get
her man some Clarks
D#
She said be back in ninety minutes,
Ghostface God forbid
She say, peace to W,
G#m
who's watching the kids?
Verse 3
Two hours later,
scheming like De Niro in Casino
Son better have more coke
D#
than Al Pacino
Keana ain't telling no lies,
last year she did a sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a aircraft
G#m
But anyway, yo, Daddy- O home,
we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
D#
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on
G#m
the corner of Mar riott
You ready,
you got the E&J and the machete?
We going upstairs,
I hope one nigga is empty
D#
We walked in, both of us,
looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor,
Dunn yo, I handle this
G#m
Kick in the crib,
the whole shit looked graphical
Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual
D#
Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef,
handle it"
I shot him in the neck,
it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
G#m
Ran to the back analyzing,
much disguising
Surprise we coming and
their eyes were tranquilized
D#
And bugging, throwing her twin
cousins at his nugget, fuck it
G#m
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs,
where the ounces you be bouncing
Fake cats announcing on the block,
you lounging
D#
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit,
stop fronting
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his
mouth, money'll start stunting
G#m
Bitch, show that bit,
before I push your wig back
Chef stop waving that,
show him where the paper at)
D#
Come here Valerie,
you know the God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two
tickets to a coke gallery
G#m
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
(Baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block
of cheese from New Zealand
D#
Oh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
G#m
Yo Chef, where that shit? What?)
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