Tonart: G major
Verse 1
Bbm
Cm
Bbm
Da bullshit, IC- Don motherfucker,
da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker,
push whips, motherfucker
Bb
Bbm
Cm
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker,
yo
Bbm
Brick City, Jersey,
Cm
I got the weed, homie
Bb
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na,
na chill , where the weed at
Bbm
It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas,
Bb
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers
Verse 2
Bb
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
Bb
Cm
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
Bb
My pens write with a vengeance
Cm
Bb
and Via gra in
Cm
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
Bb
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love
Verse 4
in a tennis match
Bb
I don't like to sign autograph
Cm
Bbm
s half the time
I scribble my name and draw
Cm
Bb
a jackass design
Bbm
Cm
Calvin Kleins spilled on the floor,
Bbm
Dogged on the tour, so,
Bb
send some new whores, H O
Cm
Bb
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor
Verse 5
Bbm
to warn
Bb
And people at the label I'm on
Bbm
Bb
Crunch time, what you think
the forty- four is for
Bb
I want the whole smorgas board
Verse 6
Bb
Gotta clean my act up and,
get my thoughts straight
Bbm
Bb
Stop smashin' the five and ap
Cm
Bb
pear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless
it's see be are
With no tricks but a bitch
Cm
Bb
it'll be on nex t
Verse 7
I'm still wheel handlin,
Cm
you die in a ambulance
Bbm
Block prime scramblin',
Cm
Bb
glock nine handlin'
Duckin' the flows of mind
travelin'
Bbm
You heard it before,
Bb
you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Verse 8
Bb
Got a bomb plantin' and
Bbm
Bb
I'm ready for more
Bitches gettin' in my party
givin' head at the do
All my niggas and my shorty's and
Cm
get high in the audience
Bbm
I carry a gaudy gun,
Cm
Bb
you'll die in the audience
Verse 9
Bbm
Bb
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Bbm
We walk up in the club
That's the bullshit, the bullshit
Cm
Fondling your bitch ass off the bullshit
Verse 10
B
the bullshit, the bullshit
Brook- non off the bullshit
Cm
That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit
Bb
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah,
chill nigga
That's the bullshit
Verse 11
Bb
Yo, I put the pressure on a man
Cm
Bb
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,
Cm
Bb
died in a street tournament
Verse 12
Bb
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
Bbm
After that I tell you and what
Verse 13
Bb
Fuck the Visine, duck when I
Bb
With a shottie with me and myself
Cm
and Irene and my team
Bb
Cm
Bb
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Verse 14
Bb
Cm
Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA
Bb
'Cause my gun on standby
like a flight delay
Sprayin' water on all those
Cm
Bb
whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels,
then them Bezell, Doc
Verse 15
Bb
Stop IC- Don, get gone,
Cm
Bb
nigga I'm here
Sippin' a beer,
5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet,
Cm
Bb
make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer
Verse 16
Bb
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
Bb
Cm
I don't care if you broke or not
Bb
I don't care if you sell weed,
Cm
Bb
dope, coke or not
Nigga, I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots,
Cm
y'all better hope I stop
Verse 18
Cm
Bb
doom, I kidnap a classroom
Cm
Bb
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive
all that we bring, ya
Cm
Bullets, comin' at ya just as long
as your finger
Verse 19
Bb
And every, morning I linger on
Cm
the corner just drinkin'
Bb
Borin' and thinkin',
Cm
Bb
how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen
Bbm
You better hope we blow
Cm
on this rappin' shit
Bb
Bbm
You don't want us to go
Bb
under the mattresses
Verse 20
Bb
Shorty lookin' at me funny
Cm
like I don't get bank
Bb
Bbm
My house is hot bitch,
Bb
I swim in my fish tank
Cm
Bb
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
Verse 21
Cm
I'm takin' you to S and D's
Bb
That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none
of this when the X in me
Bbm
Bb
So if you want sex for free, check for me,
Outro 1
IC- Don
Bb
Bb
Cm
Bb
Cm
Bb
Cm
F
Cm
F
Cm
F
Cm
F
Cm
Bb
Wie hat dir der Song gefallen?
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteBbm Cm Bb B F
Mehr Songs von Redman
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
Ähnliche Songs
Entdecke Akkorde für mehr Songs zum Spielen
4.8
Beliebte Akkorde weltweit
Meistgespielte Akkorde & Tabs aller Nutzer
Neu hinzugefügt
Kürzlich hinzugefügte Akkorde & Tabs