Key: Eb major
Verse 1
G
D
G
What's up,
Ms.
Bm
Nan?
Tris knew this now,
Ms.
Nan
I seen
D
G
Tisnask all in front of the house,
Ms.
Nan
D
Bm
C
A nigga was tris nipping, man,
Bm
D
I'm thinking about this rookie
McCarthy
oh, is there a problem, sir?
No, there's not,
Bm
D
Bm
A lame ass cop, a pumping nursery fear
And blow your mother
D
Bm
fucking head straight off
Bm
D
I'm checkin', gettin' crooked,
D
G
Hit a devastating leap over the fence, ah
D
Bm
I hit the ground in the right and com mit
To put my motherfuckin'
D
Bm
After me, he hit the fence, but I'm gone
He's stompin' speakers,
D
G
gettin' angry, sayin' damn
D
G
By the time I'm in the cooker with a slam
F#
Bm
They're my partners,
Bm
Bridget
I said, okay,
F#
D
One light, one dark,
G
D
G
But as soon as I pulled away from the curb
to go on my nerves
I'm getting jittery,
D
G
but the hoes couldn't sit
D
Bm
I had a sack in my drawers worth a chink
C
D
I made a move, and when I did,
the bitch is out of my roof firing
C
Bm
about the punk wonder rent
So y 'all see,
D
G
that was a job well done
drink and the bomb, huh
C
D
We hit bridges,
D
Bm
And being the player that I am,
I'll continue to be
Melrose
D
Bm
And motherfuckers gettin' jack
D
F#
But what do you know, man,
I got somethin' when I
Bm
G
keep on jackin', see
G
Ms.
Nubskull
Looney
G
D
Tunes, finna kick this jailhouse shit
D
G
D
motherfuckin' jailhouse
G
Bm
D
I heard more stories than soaps that
C
D
Be fore I hit the first bullpen or
F#
Holden
C
D
Be sellin' dope in the
G
D
East, at least got fits, cars,
Guild
C
D
G
Got a bitch thirty -six with a husband, too
Bm
D
He don't sell weight,
D
G
His mom's rich cause the bitch owns
Nexus
the first to run for breakfast
C
D
Know he's bragging about
D
G
He takes a 40 to the face
every morning
F#
D
But to make shit worse he even
C
D
G
Now this was the wopper
D
G
Come on, that shit is wicked
Why these motherfuckers always
D
Bm
G
ly in' just to kick it?
D
G
With that jailhouse shit,
Yes, no, miss, now off the other
D
Looney
Tunes
D
Bm
man, when you finna hit that ma jor lick
soldin' shit to myself about the jackedest trick
Bm
C
G
But he's rollin' thick, thicker than my dick,
D
G
so you know he's livin' fat
Plush -ass
C
D
I'm sayin' that he tried to have me off,
D
Bm
I know the motherfuckin' turf
Just like the back of my hand,
D
G
the man tried to pull the lick
D
G
at grandma's house, it's flottin'
Niggas is mad because I got
D
Bm
shit sold like a stockin'
His hoe,
D
G
Knox be walkin' fast past him
Because they know
D
G
Jock's mouth got the creamery for them
And
D
G
can match up to the candy that we nuts
Bm
Got in a plastic backstash, way in deep cut
D
Bm
And I'm a nigga that can verify she's some dick,
Creek, as soon as the bitch beat
D
Bm
She gon' tell me where the trick sleep
Then
D
G
I'ma go pimp this old shit
D
G
In your ass, in your kid's ass,
G
D
Two dicks don't click,
Bm
but never try to play me like a little bitch
G
D
Yeah,
G
D
C &H crew, you understand me?
G
D
Bm
Yeah, flow like this, somethin' to ride to
Outro 1
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