Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
Push back to the rear, open up your ears,
and hear what I'm saying.
whatever.
at the bus stop headed
be a buckshot that
So I dived and bedded
in between a shadow
and a tree
where he was at and I said
Yo
He put the donut to his face and giggled
It seems to me they were
And then I heard the screech of a
L
Coming home being tailed by a doodie
Where I would not regret it
looking hard to find a 2x4 to rock his helmet
I feel it's near, now disappear split,
tape at, and I'm out
So I'm shuckin' corn
Hip -hop's got tapes on
the rocks in a pot, tape
I'll quickly bust your
bubble on the double
Now somebody call a medic,
forget it
Better just call a morgue man, a head dresser
A dead body dresser with
the cold climate hands
Cause I'm finna make this
Ha!
Ha!
I'll never forget it, on the
Greyhound headed, up to
got me blown, so I slept in bedded,
in between the window and the seat, hope nobody interrupt
my sleep, if I can just tell you what had happened
to me when I was dreaming that day,
first of all, see I'm one of those bros that'll tell it like it is,
see, I ain't the one to
be beating round nobody else's bush either,
cause I'm straight forward and to the point,
now I was down there on the 125th and
Kaley, you know, but
at liquor store, where the old man drink
O 'Crow
and that same old man with the
same old baseball cap
comin' up to me
with that same old rap
walkin' a lip and he thinks he's a
Mac
well, he might've been back in the
days, but I don't know none about that
so, you know, I walks in the store
you know, I gets my bottle of juice
gotta have my trail mix
gotta have that real shit,
you know, uh
peanuts, raisins, dates, and banana chips
well, anyway, so,
so I pays for all the little items
you know,
I gets my change and I gets my bag
and I walks out the door feelin'
strange
and I looks around and
I come face to face
Face to face, face to face
But the same brother, he says,
I have a dream last night
I'll never forget it
At the bus stop headed for the butt spot
Let it be a buckshot that came my way
So I dived and bedded in between
a shadow and a tree
Ain't no n***a gonna kills me
If I can just bust a move and get myself
on the bus then I can leave
Cause I don't wanna get my cap peeled
Cause I don't wanna wear what
weaved in the shot stuff
And I see the cop at the door, bitch,
I'ma drop
He's a cold hearted,
broke ass, I'm sick of ox
The bad boy,
let the liquor drop
Thank for watching!
Ti è piaciuto il brano?
AccordatoreE A D G B E
AccordiBbm Ebm Db Bb Em
Altri brani di Aceyalone
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
Brani correlati
Scopri altri brani e i relativi accordi
4.8
Accordi popolari a livello globale
Accordi e tablature più suonati dagli utenti
Aggiunti di recente
Accordi e tablature aggiunti di recente