Tonalità: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Uh- huh, Santana
Cb
I like that man
That bad- da- ba- ba- ba- ba,
ba- ba- ba- ba- ba, that's hot
Ebm
That's hot I like that, uh
Yeah, who are you? Santana
Cb
Shit is crazy, man
Ebm
Y'all think niggas don't cry,
man? We do
Yeah, man
I gotta get my thoughts together, man
Cb
I be thinkin' a lot, man
(light up a blunt)
Be cryin' sometimes too
Ebm
But it's like, yo, zone out
Verse 2
Ebm
Yo
The time is now, my grind is here shit
My body is focused,
Cb
my mind's in gear, let's start it
Ebm
I'm mov in' at an unstoppable
pace
I managed to reach the top of the race
Cb
Before it started damn,
Ebm
cold- hearted man
Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
Cb
Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
Ebm
Shoot and move from where ever
my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
It's really, I got to wake up,
just to know I was sleep
Holdin' the heat,
cold sweat all on my sheet
Cb
Ebm
That's why I paint the most
vividest pictures
For my niggas,
my bitches in the same position I live in
Cb
Ebm
No oil or hot water,
just boilin' hot water
Verse 3
Cookin' coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
Cb
But who am I, man?
I couldn't tell y'all
I cry too, man
Ebm
Fuck is wrong wit' y'all, man
C'mon, who am I?
Cb
Shit is real, man
Ebm
You know, I told you we cry, man
We also talk about real shit
So fuck with me
Cb
Well, at least most of the time
We do talk about some
bullshit too, man
You know (yeah)
Verse 4
Ebm
Yo
I lived the life of a loner,
with a righteous persona (yeah)
But still sell crack right on the corner
My life consist of,
a big puzzle that's mixed up
Cb
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught,
Ebm
then it's big cuffs
Big bail it gets up, I get out, shit what,
Cb
this shit sucks (damn)
Ebm
I need to find another road
to follow
One that's new and strong,
Cb
not old and hollow, oh
Ebm
As I hold this bottle and smoke
this reefeer
Listenin' to some old
Cb
Aaliyah, I say
Damn (damn, man), shit is crazy,
Ebm
man
And a tear comes tremblin' down
Never seen a man cry,
well you witness it now
Cb
Shit, this ain't game from the heart,
this is pain from the heart
This is for you Dame,
Ebm
it came from the heart, so
Verse 5
Ebm
Who am I?
Cb
Already told y'all we cry, man
You know who seen my cry the most
Ebm
My mother though, man (yeah)
She watched me cry a lot, man
Cb
Ha (hahaha)
yeah, I cried a whole lot around Mom Dukes,
man, you know
Verse 6
Ebm
Mommy, I just want you to know
I'm in love with you so
If you wasn't here I'd be in love
with your soul (oh)
My angel, mommy I'd die faithful (yes)
Just knowin' somebody
tried to violate you
I'll slide eighths through the side of
their facial (of course)
Squeeze and rip apart a side of
their facial (I will)
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet,
I swallow the gun (yes)
Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love,
could only come from her son
Hold up mommy,
I'm twisted I'm drunk
Listen
Verse 7
Cb
C'mon, man
Listen to me
Down, down
I'm talkin' to you
Once again, man
Once again
Verse 8
I love you
Ebm
Yeah, but it's more then the liquor
and weed
Yeah, it's more then the liquor in me
Cb
Ebm
Shit (uh), I gotta get
it together
I was fallin' off,
with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm still speakin' the
truth (uh- huh)
And what I'm still speakin' is truth
This is your younger son
Cb
speakin' to you mommy
Verse 9
Cb
Talk to me mommy
Woo
Ebm
I told you I love that
Yeah
Cb
Who am I, man?
I done spoke to y'all enough,
Ebm
man
Cb
I think now
Y'all know why we cry
James, cut this shit off
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