Tonart: G# minor
Verse 1
B
Em
D
Dm
Put
B
Em
some fire
on that ass end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
Em
'Cause', you know me, givin' me
Verse 2
Em
left hand dap
D
Dm
B
P- funk be ridin' shot gun escort
Em
your window broke out son
D
A cool breeze got my lips chap,
mornin' slap some
B
Em
Soul in my bread basket gap contain
"x" marks the spot
D
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
B
Em
A stew of empty gas in my tank
D
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think,
Dm
but it ain't gonna stop no show
Em
Ol' burd puttin a buzz
in you ear
or maybe perhaps sleet
Bm
Em
Rap up the beat outside barely
made it to your wake
D
Lookin' like Mr. fisher,
Dm
dickie down no suit, no tie
B
Em
Niggas ain't gonna be able
to just get by no mo'
D
Dm
You leavin' the hotel 254
Verse 3
Em
I went to the Goodwill
With the ten dollar bill,
D
got that London Fog out the back paid the man
B
Em
Me and Khujo and T- Boo,
three jack lumbers
D
On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Em
half these figures around me be hollering Newt
D
Now what the fuck has this
politician did for you
B
Em
Complain, complain but Mr.
Clampett ain't gon' change
D
Just rib your ass up just to gut
your pockets out
B
Em
I heard Bill put two G's up
for some folks
D
That they found in they house
beat up and I don't discuss
B
Em
That color scheme that they fall on
Cause the scheme that they fall
D
on don't match with my tone
B
Em
See, I wonder will I walk the
streets in 1995
D
And not have to make bond
Em
Will somebody please turn
Dm
I can't see where the fuck I'm going
B
Em
I can't do shit but get mad
D
I can't keep get Billie and his uncle
Dm
out my fucking Goodie Bag
Verse 4
B
Em
Without your shank you can't thank
Without your niggas you up the creek,
D
Dm
stank with a ass fool of ore
B
Em
Taking what I say for what it's worth,
it don't matter
D
Cause how I feel might be triggered from
thoughts I had in the past
B
Now I struggle to reach the
D
If all I'mma get is spit on cause life
B
at the bottom ain't hitting on shit
Em
But some of these folks is gettin rich
I know about mines, unwind,
D
Dm
can't take at times going through
B
Em
The same drama that got me
here in this state of mind
D
Red- hot in the summer time
Dm
First
Verse 5
D
Em
of all, I stand a little more
than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga,
I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't
know or can't see
That it ain't even wise stepping
to me incorrectly
Em
But yet still when nigga's
feel they can deal
I will split your ass up for real,
cause we the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so
I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
B
Em
Tracks are being made
Dm
Why we cooling in the shade
B
Em
Ain't getting paid for chilling,
illing, willing
D
To do what I got to do to come
Dm
Bm
thru your speaker
Em
Cee- Lo, he will never come
D
weaker
Dm
Uniquer than a lot of MC's out today
Bm
Em
Because I'm more than
D
careful about what I say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
B
Em
Them better leave me alone,
I'm in my zone
D
Dm
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
B
Em
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance,
I'll enhance
D
Dm
The microphone when it's in my grip,
I do not slip
B
Em
I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T- Mo,
and Gipp
D
Dm
Ha- ha- ha, well Great Scott, is he a thief?
B
Em
It seems like he has a mouth
full of gold teeth
D
I smile, because your eye
Dm
D
s can't take the glare
Bm
Em
But Cee- Lo, him don't care, I
cut off all my hair
D
And everybody stop and stare
when we come in the place
Dm
B
Em
And I can get on the mic with
no time to waste
D
Get right up in your face,
kick the flavor you taste
B
Em
And when I'm on the microphone,
it's a damn disgrace
D
How you don't comprehend
what I'm saying to you
B
Em
And I'm the C, the double E
from the Goodie Mo Crew
D
I'm coming thru, I'm coming true,
ooh, I can't even stop
Em
I'm down with that nigga pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L, and Bert P
And my nigga Pretty Ken,
you know he down with me
Em
We from Atlanta, G- A, that is where we stay
Em
I'm digging all in the Goodie Bag
each and every day
Em
Ooh shit!
Em
Put
Verse 6
B
Em
some fire on
that ass end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
B
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
Em
B
don't drip or bleed
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hot
Dm
Em
s don't drip or bleed
B
Em
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
D
Cause in da swat's red hots
don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red
hots don't drip or bleed
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