Tonart: Bb major
Verse 1
Am
Cm
Am
Drugs- n- alkahol baby! Ah!
Cm
Am
Cm
Am
Uh, mm that's funky, oh!
Verse 2
Cm
Huh, I'm mr. What- the- fuck-
I'm mr. Quick- to- run-
Am
Treat you like the hoosd like a diplomat
Cm
Am
Xzibit used to push a 'llac,
now I'm range rovin'
Cm
Am
Takin over never sober,
Cm
bear witness like jehovah
Am
Enemies fall like october
Cm
Am
Restless standin tall like a sol dier
We thick like the first
Cm
Am
motorola brick cellular phones
Cut to the bone,
Cm
Am
celebratin "dre day"
C
Love it or leave it alone (ha hah)
Cm
Am
Just con sider me the heir to
the throne
Cm
The lifestyle of the savage and
Am
well known protectin my owns
Cm
Am
Rolling stone bringin it
home, time for transition
Cm
Am
Don't talk too loud,
C
you might find yourself missin
Cm
Am
Look into my eyes,
C
all you see is will to survive
Cm
retreatin to the phillipines
To meditate,
Am
liftin train like a heavyweight
F
Hit you and run with a california
Verse 3
When y'all niggas stop
Bitches stop actin like niggas
Cm
we can all clock figures
Am
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Cm
Am
They all on my dick,
When y'all bitches stop
Cm
Am
Niggas stop actin like bitches
we can all get riches
Cm
Am
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Cm
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich!
Verse 4
Am
Doggy dogg is bout to blow up
C
Am
All, these snoop dogg haters need to slow up,
sho' nuff
Cm
Am
Know what? X,
the game is gettin sewn up
C
But I'm speedin 'em up and leavin 'em
Am
C
Am
I'm buckin 'em til they bleedin bruh
Hold up, fuck that, you tryin to get swoll up
Cm
Am
By the mic controller, clip reloader
Cm
Am
Frozen exposure, condos of a composer
Cm
Am
Sick like a bowl- of, a bowl of deez nuts
C
Am
Fuck him up, cross him out,
then toss him out
Cm
With the stamp on his head,
Cm
Am
Nigga I'm universal crackin down
south (ya heard?)
C
Am
Poppin my collar with my dick in your girl's mouth,
Am
You act like you a dude
Cm
Am
Full out my bitches with
Cm
your fucked up attitude
Am
Nappy- head hoes, worse than bitch niggas
Cm
Am
I treat 'em all the same,
Cm
bitch check yo' game!
Verse 5
When y'all niggas stop
Bitches stop actin like niggas
we can all clock figures
Cm
Am
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Cm
Am
They all on my dick,
When y'all bitches stop
Niggas stop actin like bitches
we can all get riches
Cm
Am
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Cm
Am
Fuck that shit! We can all
Verse 6
With the flick of a wrist,
Am
send you deep into the abyss
Cm
Am
I don't pop cryst', but will
pop a nigga with this
Cm
Am
Made my way to the top of the list,
raised your fifth
Anything to keep it movin
make it harder to hit
Cm
Am
We survive when you thought
we was finished and done
Am
shoulder is attila the hun
Cm
Am
The gatling gun, guillotine,
don king's american dream
C
Am
Since sixteen, shoulda been a marine
Cm
Am
Makin the whole scene collapse,
millenium raps
Cm
Why fight for scraps,
Am
Cm
relax and take the whole plate witcha
Am
The penny pitcher with a whole
lot of come and get ya
Cm
Am
You gettin my picture or do I have to
Am
Feel the ad renaline rush whenever I bust
Cm
Am
Got eyes in back of my head
Cm
The people the I trust is just like me
Am
Full of spite with very large appetites
C
Cm
I'm too complex to break down
Verse 7
in black and white
Cm
When y'all niggas stop
Cm
Am
Bitches stop actin like niggas
we can all clock figures
Cm
Am
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Cm
Am
They all on my dick,
When y'all bitches stop
Cm
Am
Niggas stop actin like bitches
we can all get riches
Cm
Am
Cm
Hoes on my dick, niggas on my dick
Am
Cm
Fuck that shit! We can all get rich!
Verse 8
yeah yeah,
Am
yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ah
Cm
Am
Yes, x to the z,
Cm
Cm
d- o- double- to- the- motherfuckin- g, oooh- wee!
Am
Am
Ah, this shit funky right
Cm
Am
Yeah, +open bar+ nigga,
we gettin' fucked up
Cm
Three four in the morning,
Am
ain't no time limits
Cm
Am
Huh huh, you ain't tryin to
hotbox with us nigga
Cm
Am
Roll some x, y'know!
Cm
Am
Cm
Am
Cm
Ah, niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches
Am
Cm
Am
Cm
Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches
Am
C
Am
Niggas, bitches, niggas,
Cm
Am
Cm
bitches
Am
Cm
Am
C
Cm
Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches
Am
Am
Cm
Niggas, bitches, niggas, bitches
Am
Niggas, bitches, niggas,
it's all the same though
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