Tonart: Db major
Verse 1
C
No apologies, any delays this may cause,
I know the road rules are still pretty close
F
F
Beep beep, look out, watch the road, look left,
Dm
look right before you cross the road
F
C
Beep beep, start your car, park there,
C
F
move your vehicle, bloody work starts here
F
Beep beep, park is suspended, keep it moving,
F
we're shutting shit down for some street improvement
F#
F
Beep, beep, you better move over
F#
Db
Stay off the road till the work's over
F
Fm
Gb
Yeah, I know my way around road,
fuck a road map
F
Gb
An d I eat these pussies like food,
C
but trust me, I ain't a boat cap
F
Gb
I'm so strong and so black,
Db
Gb
don't need to front like I sold guns or sold crack
F
If I do, I won't check,
Gb
classic retro throwback
Like
Db
F
Kangol hats and go -caps
Gb
I spot road rats like
Gb
Be yourself, bitch, and don't act
Gbm
Before you get whacked,
Gb
F
the smoke blowin' inna your face like blowbacks
Gb
Some straight too far,
F
throw them, can't go back
Gb
You call yourself the star of the road,
No one captures road better, not even
Kodak
F#
C
Go back, check my back catalogue,
From no
F
Irish, no dogs, no blacks, uh
F#m
F
No reasoning, no dialogue, no chat,
Dennis
F#
Db
No jeans, no trainers and no hats, uh
F#
No explanation, fall back
F#
Db
So I'm watching my own back
F
So I'm clutching my own gat
There's nothing to lose
F#
Db
So there's nothing to hold back
Your average road joe
Wants to be the next
F
Joe
Clack
C
F
Dm
I'm on road all across the map
F
Keeping my ears to the ground
C
Cause road love to chat
Dm
F
I see the cheese and the traps,
C
Dm
the hungry rats
C
So I guard it with my life
Yeah I'm a road baby,
Gb
And road can take me but
Gb
Db
So I can safely say that I got love on road
Gb
I've still got heat on road
Db
and I ain't gone cold
platinum or gold on road
Since the days of
Monroe's on
Holloway
Road
Original twanguage with the one -way flow
Do my runnings on road,
me runaway flow
F
Gbm
F
Beep beep, look out, watch the road
Look left, look right before
F#m
Dm
you cross the road
F
C
Beep, beep, start your car, park there
Move your vehicle,
C
blood and work starts here
F
Beep, beep, park is suspended,
F
Fm
We're shutting shit down for
C
some street improvement
F
C
Beep, beep, you better move over
Beep, stay off the road till
F
C
No, it's not an easy road, as was your
Banton
F
C
These roads are dark and
Bradford
I've seen the sparks unrolled
C
Dm
and heard the bang -bang
C
F
If you ain't got heart, you've fallen
Get abandoned in this gangland
murkin'
Db
The amnesty ain't workin'
F
Db
Look at all the hits like shit from
Joffrey
F
F#
Db
Red as a sluger for a one -er or a two -er
Gb
Leave you in a ton of manure
Db
F
like drummers in a sewer
C
When guns sing holy songs,
F
Dm
I don't mean hallelujah
F
C
And you're not the only one
Dm
hauling a load of shooter with
C
Dm
Duracells and holes the size of
Booyah
F
It leaves you hotter than
It's horrible if you look like food,
road will swallow you
You look like a pussy,
then you know road is fucking you
I know
Aggie brothers will carry choppers
And leave more than a zig -zag scar
on your forehead like
Harry
Potter
F
But no magic sticks or hats and rabbits
Only thing getting bored
If you know you can't back
C
it, don't ask for static
F
C
All the mash make you flip like acrobatics
No, abracadabra or alakazam
F
But you could be getting blammed
from the back of a van
Yeah, it gets no blacker than twang
Take this left right here,
F
C
F
I know road like the back of my hand
C
And road could take me but
So I can safely say that I got love on road
Gb
I've still got heat on road
I've consistently gone
platinum or gold on road
Since the days of
Monroe's on
Holloway
Road
Original twang which with
the one -way flow
Do my runnings on road,
me run away, no
F
F
Beep, beep, look out, watch the road
Look left, look right before
F
C
Beep, beep, start your car, park there
Move your vehicle,
C
bloody work starts here
F
Beep, beep, park is suspended,
F
Fm
We're shutting shit down for
Bb
some street improvement
F
Gb
Beep, beep, you better move over
Gb
Stay off the road till
F
F
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
F
F
Dm
F
C
Bb
C
Oi!
Are you fucking recording?
Yeah, I'm gonna. I know you don't like me,
and I don't like
you neither, you bunch of fat little chiefs.
We don't need to be friends,
you lot are a
Bunch of fat little fairies, wankers, sitting on your fat arses, don't want to play man's tunes, you think you're so precious, don't want to link with nobody,
well we don't want to link you neither, fat chumps, bunch of puppets, think cos you had one hit, you're all that, you're nothing, you're not precious,
I'm gonna take you, gonna hurt you, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna keep on gunning them, you fucks.
Precious!
Ha ha ha!
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