Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
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
Gm
Abm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Am
Gm
Pac -Man,
G
Abm
in no time you'll be buying land
Am
do it for your momma now
Gm
Am
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
Gm
Am
Hotel suite, bigger than your dad crib
Am
I think it's bout to have kids
Gm
Am
Straight flavor, I can serve it as is
Gm
But I'd rather whip it
Am
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
Gm
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Abm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Abm
in no time you'll be buyin' land
Gm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Am
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
Gm
Cause y niggas smellin' like 5 -0 36,
Abm
my favorite number
Gm
I told my dawg this year
gon' be my favorite summer
Gm
They scream they got it, I'm like,
G#m
G
say your number
Gm
We'll be straight to ya, had to say truth,
Am
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
Gm
G#m
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Am
Gm
Pac -Man,
G#m
in no time you'll be buyin' land
Gm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Am
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
Gm
The streets is mad, I'm talking D
G#m
Gm
Fifty -five hundred,
you can get a quarter key
Am
Gold Rollie, dope man, presidential
Gm
Am
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
Gm
G#m
Gm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
G#m
Pac -Man, in no time you'll be buying land
Gm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Am
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
Gm
I stay with the feelin',
the feds'll rush me any minute
Am
Gm
And handcuff me with a sentence
till the calendars is finished
For balancing some chickens,
and tricking on some bitches
Am
Gm
And putting down with niggas,
try short stopping Venice
Am
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
Am
Gm
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
G#m
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Gm
G#m
Pac -Man, in no time you'll
Am
G#m
Am
Gm
be buying land
Pac -Man, do it for your
Am
Gm
momma now
Am
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
Gm
Super Bowl ring on my pinky,
gettin' brain
Am
Gm
My 62's is swole,
they callin' them Vin Rain
Am
Gm
Yeah, dropped it off and I count it up,
that's enough for ten chains
Gm
All -time scoring leader,
this only my tenth game
Pocket watches get pocket rockets
Am
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
Gm
G#m
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
G#m
and no time you'll be buying land
Gm
do it for your momma now
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
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