Key: A minor
Verse 1
Am
D
Am
If I stays real bout my game,
yo brother can I say
If you want to
I wanna show it back to my
G -Strain, baby can I say
If you want to
G
Am
If I wanna float my style, brother can I say
If you want to
Em
G
Am
DL, baby can I say
G
Am
If you want to
Am
G
Em
Am
everybody did the bump dance, and little chants.
Guy
Sheikys and big afros,
G
Am
and heatwave playing on your stereos.
G
Em
Am
But what about them polyester three -piece suits,
G
Am
seamless with their platform boots?
Mr.
Pimp
Am
had to grab your crotch because your pants was tight,
But squeezin' my balls ain't cool,
G
Am
I ain't got kids, so I need my tools
No more mix -a -lot shoppin'
at the mall
Cause they pushin'
Ben
And now my
Am
G
swell on a freak's face
But don't try to give
chase when I gotta stash
I gotta shoot, cause when you
And my drawers has gots
to stay clean, fella
G
Am
Cause when you sag, they often seen, wella
I don't know about your clients
and your tag shows
Your girl might jot,
G
Em
but your dick is like crushed poke
Am
G
Because your pants is too tight, genius
Your shirt's tucked in,
you wanna smother your penis
But I got room to breathe,
Oh, saggin' ass khakis
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
If I wanna flow my style, brother, can I sag?
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
If you want to
The
F#
G
Saga make it stagger with a
G
Am
Lean to the left, pose like a true man
And parents in the suburbs trip
G
Am
In the burbs it's a style thing
Dab a fly unzip, cool breeze on my tip
D
Em
So the hell with the snug fit,
G
Em
Kinda sloppy, plus the cops wanna
G
Em
Because my pants hang
G
Am
Stereotypes got my whole hood naggin'
So
Keep my
BVDs in your face, so what's up?
G
Am
Got room for my 4x4, that's an ego
so don't try to be no hero
Because you don't like my looks
G
Am
but your pants is in your nook -nook
I bend over
Am
G
Am
You get closer, sniff, now that's crack
If I stay real by my game,
yo, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna short cut on my
G -State, baby, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna blow my style, brother, can I say?
If you want to
If I wanna keep a
F on my
D -A, baby, can I say?
If you want to
but they can't stop ya
But I don't sag, cause I'm cool,
I got a gut, so I gotta give it room, fool
So ease my bizzare to my nizzlex and what's up young boy,
this shit don't sag tough
When my mom comes around,
G
Em
Am
I pull him up , I can't front
G
Em
G
Am
The bourgeois girls can't take the way I hang loose,
G
Em
fuck up tight in the fake
G
Am
G
But my mail is long and my
Mr.
G
Am
Prep, get your sag on
I can feel things swangin'
My t -shirt's a triple
Am
G
X, a straight lace back
My past proofs saggin' tough with my
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
If I wanna blow my style, brother, can I say?
G
Am
If you want to
G
Am
Em
Am
If you want to
G
Em
Am
G
Em
Am
G
Em
G
Em
D
Em
Am
Am
Em
Am
Oh damn
Bye
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAm D G Em F#
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