Tonalità: G major
Verse 1
Abm
Bbm
Abm
Da bullshit, IC- Don motherfucker,
da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker,
push whips, motherfucker
Ab
Abm
Bbm
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker,
yo
Abm
Brick City, Jersey,
Bbm
I got the weed, homie
Ab
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na,
na chill , where the weed at
Abm
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas,
Bbm
what you light in'
Ab
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers
Verse 2
Abm
gon' learn
Ab
When it come to this shit,
I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place,
the cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw
Verse 3
Ab
Bbm
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
Ab
My pens write with a vengeance
Bbm
Ab
and Via gra in
Bbm
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
Ab
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love
Verse 4
in a tennis match
Ab
I don't like to sign autograph
Bbm
Abm
s half the time
I scribble my name and draw
Bbm
Ab
a jackass design
Abm
Bbm
Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor,
Ab
you just got
Abm
Dogged on the tour, so,
Ab
send some new whores, H O
Bbm
Ab
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor
Verse 5
Abm
to warn
Ab
And people at the label I'm on
Abm
Ab
Crunch time, what you think
the forty- four is for
Abm
When I grub,
Ab
I want the whole smorgas board
Verse 6
Ab
Gotta clean my act up and,
get my thoughts straight
Abm
Ab
Stop smashin' the five and ap
Bbm
Ab
pear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless
it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch
Bbm
Ab
it'll be on nex t
Verse 7
I'm still wheel handlin,
Bbm
you die in a ambulance
Abm
Block prime scramblin',
Bbm
Ab
glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
travelin'
Abm
You heard it before,
Ab
you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Verse 8
Ab
Got a bomb plantin' and
Abm
Ab
I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party
givin' head at the do
All my niggas and my shorty's and
Bbm
get high in the audience
Abm
I carry a gaudy gun,
Bbm
Ab
you'll die in the audience
Verse 9
Abm
Ab
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Abm
We walk up in the club
Ab
we on the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Bbm
Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit
Verse 10
A
the bullshit, the bullshit
Ab
Brick City,
Brook- non off the bullshit
Bbm
That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit
Ab
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah,
chill nigga
That's the bullshit
Verse 11
Ab
Yo, I put the pressure on a man
Bbm
Ab
without a gun in my hand
His limpin' lenny turn around and then
I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm,
I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament,
Bbm
Ab
died in a street tournament
Verse 12
Ab
Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz
don't carry shoes 'cause
I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet
your fleet would move
Abm
After that I tell you and what
Ab
the beat to do
Verse 13
Ab
Fuck the Visine, duck when I
Bbm
lean out the window
Ab
With a shottie with me and myself
Bbm
and Irene and my team
Ab
Bbm
Ab
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Verse 14
Ab
Bbm
Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA
Ab
'Cause my gun on standby
like a flight delay
Sprayin' water on all those
Bbm
Ab
whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels,
then them Bezell, Doc
Verse 15
Ab
Stop IC- Don, get gone,
Bbm
Ab
nigga I'm here
Sippin' a beer,
5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet,
Bbm
Ab
make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer
Verse 16
Ab
You don't really know
when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody
In yo, house chewin' bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga, you about to be buried in beach sand
Verse 17
Ab
Bbm
I don't care if you broke or not
Ab
I don't care if you sell weed,
Bbm
Ab
dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots,
Bbm
y'all better hope I stop
Verse 18
Bbm
Ab
doom, I kidnap a classroom
Bbm
Ab
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive
all that we bring, ya
Bbm
Bullets, comin' at ya just as long
as your finger
Verse 19
Ab
And every, morning I linger on
Bbm
the corner just drinkin'
Ab
Borin' and thinkin',
Bbm
Ab
how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
Abm
You better hope we blow
Bbm
on this rappin' shit
Ab
Abm
You don't want us to go
Ab
under the mattresses
Verse 20
Ab
Shorty lookin' at me funny
Bbm
like I don't get bank
Ab
Abm
My house is hot bitch,
Ab
I swim in my fish tank
Bbm
Ab
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
Verse 21
Ab
After we fuck,
Bbm
I'm takin' you to S and D's
Ab
That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none
of this when the X in me
Abm
Ab
So if you want sex for free, check for me,
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