Tonart: F minor
Verse 1
Em
B
A
Em
B
A
Em
E
A
Em
B
A
Em
You little
dirty,
Em
Couldn't rhyme like me,
that's for real brother trust me
Lucky that you're corny
and I'm letting you breathe
I could've locked all the doors
and not let you leave
A
Em
Like Sonny, but when it comes to the flow, yo
Y 'all suckas gonna get your shit
like Sonny Bono
We underground,
makin' money off of promos
With hoes in the Poconos,
we gettin' them out they
snow clothes
Y sweet like snow cones,
A
Em
deplete like ozone
Deplete like gold bones
in an old folk tune
Speed through a no -fly zone
with my fly down
Middle finger up and a quarter pound
tied down on my side
A
Em
No frontin' just in case I gotta
smoke somethin'
Hope nothin' really gets in my way
A
Cause I ain't bust a sucker up all day
Em
F#m
Em
Ayo J, we gonna take them
A
Em
Where y 'all at, where y at, huh
Where y at, huh, we gon' take you
A
F#m
Em
E
A
Em
B
Em
A
Em
Got the report,
A
Em
peep the team and they shook
We bout to settle the score
like Kareem on the hook
And when I ain't eating pussy
A
Em
then I'm reading the book
But getting wilder than a knight
A
when he's seeking to rook
Em
Checkmate, for heck's sake,
slap your neck
Em
over about to get kinked
So get your head straight
A
Em
like a brand new Kong
I'm on my toes like some brand new size
A
We rock y like Palestinians in Israel
Em
E
It been real,
A
Em
makin' hits without a record deal
We don't need y 'all,
A
Em
bypass the third wheel
Cut out the middle man,
F#m
Em
execute your own plans
A
40 straight from the Wasteland
we got the game in our hands
E
So get live, mothafucka, prac
A
Em
tice with no breaks
Celebrate J -Space, Marketech,
F#m
Em
gon' take you high
A
Where y 'all at, where y at, huh?
Em
Where y 'all at, huh?
A
F#m
Em
We gon' take you high
E
A
Where y at, where y at, huh?
A
Like the word let, man you're incomplete
Em
E
We the best thing to hit the streets
F#m
Em
in blacktop an d concrete
A
Em
Before that, y 'all was left in the dirt
I roll with educated perverts,
knuckleheads and jerks
Be puttin' in work,
A
Em
about to change the game
Have your laws for words,
like Prince when he changed his name
A
Em
my crew's a bunch of wild alcoholics
Who speak in parables
and everything symbolic
A
Shit, just call me Devon,
Em
the sun risin' out the east
Tryna settle in the west, yes, yes
E
A
Man, this world's a mess,
Em
so we takin' you high
And spittin' this fire like back draft
B
I represent for the nerd rats
Em
in backpacks
G
Em
and those players in the Cadillac
B
A
If you attack Rappu,
B
Em
Bill O 'Reilly in the snow,
we gon' take you
F#m
E
Em
Fly, yeah
A
Where y 'all at, where y at, huh?
E
A
F#m
Em
We gon' take you
Fly, yeah
E
A
Where y at, where y at, huh?
A
Em
F#m
E
Em
We gon' take you high
A
Em
Yeah, take it to his face
B
G
That's how we do it, 49er
Em
E
A
Em
E
s High
Em
E
A
E
Em
Take it back again, y 'all, I'm sayin'
E
A
E
A
That's right, boy
You
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