Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
D#m
There you go, that's John Doe.
There you go, that's John Doe.
There you go, that's John Doe.
And I'm still whippin' up a kilo.
There you go, that's John Doe.
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts.
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
C#m
Dm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
D#m
C#m
Pac -Man,
C#
Dm
in no time you'll be buying land
D#m
do it for your momma now
C#m
D#m
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's Me
and Pac -Man just ordered a bunch of ones
Get from roundest then if you
don't plan on fucking us
Got my apron on,
bout to cook a Hanukkah dish
On that codeine,
I fall asleep up in that pussy
C#m
D#m
Hotel suite, bigger than your dad crib
C#m
My pistol pregnant,
D#m
I think it's bout to have kids
C#m
D#m
Straight flavor, I can serve it as is
C#m
But I'd rather whip it
D#m
than I follow with Ross Adlib
Two -seater, got a lot of work in it
Two -liter Sprite, got a lot of perp in it
They ask me what my name,
I told them 2 Chainz
With 2 yellow bones,
walkin' out the blue flame
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
C#m
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Dm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Dm
in no time you'll be buyin' land
C#m
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
D#m
Pac -Man, until I get
100 M's Dago, but that John Doe
Buff green like Rondo
Bad hoes in my condo
So my wrist caught the Tucson foe
Earl of mornin' like Lazo
Fat paper, no grind flow
We ain't lettin' them pies go
C#m
Cause y niggas smellin' like 5 -0 36,
C#m
I told my dawg this year
gon' be my favorite summer
Dbm
They scream they got it, I'm like,
Dm
Db
say your number
Dbm
We'll be straight to ya, had to say truth,
Ebm
tryna take us under gun
Riding with a hundred years,
when I was broke
I used to pray to get a hundred squares
They selling work,
but ain't nothing there
They tell us that we box them
like a fucking square
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Dbm
Dm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Ebm
Dbm
Pac -Man,
Dm
in no time you'll be buyin' land
Dbm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Ebm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
I'm Pac -Man, niggas after me
I'm shootin' at these niggas, galaxy
Now I'm if, million dollar salary
I'm just know, federal rallies after me
Dbm
The streets is mad, I'm talking D
Dm
Dbm
Fifty -five hundred,
you can get a quarter key
Ebm
Gold Rollie, dope man, presidential
Dbm
Ebm
White Phantom, bullshit, residential
House look like a motherfucking
shopping center
Closet look like motherfucking
shopping center
Gucci shoes, Louis Louis,
Million dollar cash in my granny's sofa
There you go, that's John Doe
All my power pellets
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Dbm
Dm
Dbm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Dm
Pac -Man, in no time you'll be buying land
Dbm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Ebm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
I cut off this kilo, count to three,
you only zero
Look, my rim's bout an inch,
it's bout to tie, spread a needle
Bounce a ounce, trampoline it,
we ain't shootin' samples
Neither either coppin'
or kickin' rocks,
snatch it and leave it
Dbm
I stay with the feelin',
the feds'll rush me any minute
Ebm
Dbm
And hand cuff me with a sentence
till the calendars is finished
For balancing some chickens,
and tricking on some bitches
Ebm
Dbm
And putting down with niggas,
try short stopping Venice
Ebm
There you go, that's Pac -Man,
an A -Pac stamp
Right in the center, scraped salmon,
now that's scrimp
Shoot it, snort it, inhale it, it don't matter
Just know your head get
patched for a pellet
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Ebm
Dbm
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Dm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Dbm
Dm
Pac -Man, in no time you'll
Ebm
Dm
Ebm
Dbm
be buying land
Pac -Man, do it for your
Ebm
Dbm
momma now
Ebm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
They call me Pac -Man,
but no Adam Jones
The referees threw a flag
the way I tackle zones
Graduated out the trough,
I got my tassel on Real G's
gettin' cheese,
gettin' my packers on
Dbm
Super Bowl ring on my pinky,
gettin' brain
Ebm
Dbm
My 62's is swole,
they callin' them Vin Rain
Ebm
Dbm
Yeah, dropped it off and I count it up,
that's enough for ten chains
Dbm
All -time scoring leader,
this only my tenth game
Pocket watches get pocket rockets
Ebm
Prop it off in my pot
to make sure there's no
empty stockin'
Stockin' up on the watches
cause time is of the essence
Packin' y 'all with a Pyrex,
it's nine, I'm finna stretch it
Okay then
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Dbm
Dm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Dm
and no time you'll be buying land
Dbm
do it for your momma now
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
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