キー: F minor•
Intro 1
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Bbsus2
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Fsus4
Fm
Verse 1
to the beat
Fsus4
Fm
Just clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
Come on clap your hands
to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
The super saggy rags and the
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
You can feel us fool,
not the drugs we be takin
That shits free with an LP
Got them all state, all county,
all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
We're tearin up your lawn,
Step into your crib and have your
whole house stinkin
Bbm
Bb
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
and don't express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin stops on crews
They get confused and lose,
Styles stem from pioneers
Eb
Fm
And you get jawed for lookin queer
Can you hear me or am I
and every one of y'all
nothin to fuck with
more love that California
Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips
Call me the sidekick,
thug boy, kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a
like a shark in the sea
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Fm
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
when I have to be
Strategically placed in case
I told... you ho's you can't
fuck with these cause
I make more papers then trees
See we believe in brotherhood
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Fm
forever is cri teria
You fuckin with Top Dog
No I ain't feelin ya, got all
Verse 2
that I can do to hear
you should stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinkin
Who you gonna check bitch,
what the fk you thinkin
but that shit don't slide
Fsus4
Fm
You can get your life took
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is
what were sportin
I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me,
but the jokes on you
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F
I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
I might sit around,
I might write me a tune
I might go fishi' and again
I might get me a fourty or
The watch on my wrist,
that don't even exist
mom for spite
Cause everybody's barkin,
but nobody ever bites
Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy cause
he's as big as a house
I'm the estranged, deranged,
I got domains like states
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Eb
I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates
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Eb
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I do big plates eight times a day
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Eb
Fm
The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now
I'm lookin' to scramble
Ain't about to ass out on
Could handle anything,
but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides,
somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak,
tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday
that passes
Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics,
vocabulary
I'm a very shy simplistic
I'm the same mother
fker with the same old name
You could fk me,
but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for
four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today
and I'm a die that way
Bitch
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