Tonart: F# minor
Verse 1
Cm
You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
Bb
But you don't know my game
Eb
and never felt my pain
F
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
Cm
And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Bb
Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
Eb
F
Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
Cm
People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
Eb
you knew this day would come
F#
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
Eb
Bb
And fuck all you hoes
Eb
Cm
'Cause it's been
Verse 2
a long time
comin' but I finally broke
Eb
Cm
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Eb
Cm
Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
Eb
Cm
Same game, same name,
F
Eb
ain't a damn thing changed
Cm
Eb
Cm
No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Eb
Cm
Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Eb
Cm
Self-made and and paid and
F
Cm
sold off twelve gauges
F
Cm
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
Eb
Cm
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
Bb
that's when I pull the strap out
Eb
And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
Cm
I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
Eb
Cm
Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
Bb
Cm
My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
Eb
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Cm
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Eb
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
Cm
We float like butterflies,
Eb
sting like queen bees
Cm
Strapped with AKs straight
Eb
from the Chinese
Cm
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Eb
Cm
Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
Eb
I got love for my hon keys
Cm
Eb
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
Cm
F
Anybody fucks with you and I'm
Eb
gonna mack 'em
Verse 3
Cm
Devil without a cause,
Bb
I'm going platinum
Cm
Eb
I'm going platinum,
Cm
Eb
Cm
I'm going platinum
Eb
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause,
Cm
I'm going platinum
Interlude 1
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Verse 4
Cm
Yeah, we come to party,
so get down everybody (come on)
Bb
Yeah, we come to party
Cm
I went from
Verse 5
St. Claire shores
Eb
and drink specials at Winners
Cm
To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
Eb
din ners
Cm
From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
Eb
Cm
To gettin' much respect
F
Eb
from top record execs
Cm
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
Eb
Cm
So shut up now or put my
Eb
balls in your mouth
Cm
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
Eb
Cm
When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
F
Used to call me funny when my
Cm
nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
Eb
Cm
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
F
Cm
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
Eb
drop-top, and and jacuzzi
E
Cm
No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
E
Bb#
Cm
A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
Eb
And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
Cm
karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
Eb
Cm
And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
Eb
Cm
Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
Eb
Cm
You're too old to kid,
Bb
too soft to rock
Cm
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
Verse 6
Cm
I'm going platinum,
Eb
Cm
I'm going platinum
Bb
Cm
Eb
Oh, I'm going platinum,
Cm
Eb
we're going platinum
Devil without a cause,
Cm
I'm going platinum
Eb
Cm
Eb
Cm
Eb
Devil, dev il, devil, devil
Cm
Eb
Cm
Verse 7
Straight out of the
streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, high,
Bb
Cm
Bb#
F#
Cm
ready to get fly
F
Joe C
Verse 8
F
Eb
I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
Cm
Call me Joe C,
Bb
Cm
Bb
got more game than Coleco
Cm
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
F
Three-foot-nine with with
Cm
with a ten-foot dick
dick
Eb
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
Cm
And rake through kind like a
Eb
bum through wine
Cm
It's my time so I'm gonna
Eb
shine like glass
Cm
Eb
Old as piss, but small as ass
Cm
Eb
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
Cm
You're raking grass while I'm
Eb
raking cash
Cm
Eb
High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Cm
Eb
Say we like to party, rock the party
Cm
Eb
Cm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Eb
We like to party, rock the party
Cm
Eb
Cm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Bb
Eb
You like to party, rock the party
Cm
Eb
Cm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Eb
You like to party, rock the party
Cm
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Outro 1
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