キー: F# minor
Intro 1
B
Bbm
F#
Bbm
B
Bbm
F#
Bbm
B
Bbm
F#
Bbm
B
Verse 1
C#m
A
B
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
C#m
They put em down,
A
B
we liftin them burners up
C#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
A
B
but word to what?
C#m
I don't give a fuck about
A
B
none of these niggas
C#m
I turn it up,
A
B
C#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
A
B
give me some more liquor
C#m
Open this back window,
A
let me dump on niggas
B
It's my era,
A
B
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 2
C#m
A
Peace to the New York Knickerbockers,
B
the plot got thicker
C#m
Cuz now they got the Brooklyn
A
B
Nets and Barclays Center
C#m
Hel lo Mrs. and Mr.,
A
B
cousins, brothers and sisters
C#m
Ladies and gentlemen,
A
B
children prisons of finger printers
C#m
Snakes who like to slither,
A
B
wolves, monkeys, gorillas
C#m
Vet erans and beginners,
A
B
righteous people and sinners
C#m
Gamblers, losers and winners,
A
B
ice grillers and grinners
C#m
Hope you all some good swimmers
A
B
cuz I'm as deep as the river
C#m
I'm the bad guy,
A
B
just like the Joker and Riddler
C#m
Bad as Mike in his prime,
A
B
man in the mirror in Thriller
C#m
You ain't a real man,
A
B
C#m
you can't even use the shitter
You a pussycat,
A
B
you probably got kitty litter
C#m
A
Kill rich niggas in chinchilla
B
C#m
Representing for the wig- splitters
A
B
and skid bitters who gets realer
C#m
A
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
B
A
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
B
Sim Simmer
Verse 3
C#m
A
We never heard of yo clique
B
but they heard of us
C#m
They put em down,
A
B
we liftin them burners up
C#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
A
B
but word to what?
C#m
I don't give a fuck about
A
B
none of these niggas
C#m
I turn it up,
A
B
C#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
A
B
give me some more liquor
C#m
Open this back window,
A
let me dump on niggas
B
It's my era,
A
B
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 4
C#m
When my oral deliver
A
B
it's such a moral dilemma
C#m
I don't quarrel with quitters,
A
B
I give em sorrow and shimmers
C#m
You think your artists is iller just
A
B
cause his car from the dealer?
C#m
This music char is bitter,
A
B
cause yall some horrible spitters
C#m
When I swallow the liquor,
A
B
I write a marvelous scripture
C#m
Start drawing a picture cause
A
B
I'm immortal my nigga
C#m
Beef is played out so
A
B
I don't bother with niggas
C#m
But as long as it's tender I
A
B
eat your squad up for dinner
C#m
Put my palms on the trigger
A
B
and shoot you all in yo liver
C#m
In jure all of you niggas,
A
B
I'm cool and calm as a killer
C#m
Your man styling from fingers,
A
B
man who are you? Vanilla
C#m
Ice - I'm Suge Knight,
A
B
hang em off the balcony with ya
C#m
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned
A
B
to flip birds quicker
C#m
Had to hit curves with the hustler
A
B
s and to emerge richer
C#m
A
Back when Dipset was
sippin sizzurp nigga
B
A
My jewelery was black and yellow just
B
A
like the Pittsburgh Steelers
C#m
A
B
We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us
Verse 5
C#m
They put em down,
A
B
we liftin them burners up
C#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
A
B
but word to what?
C#m
I don't give a fuck about
A
B
none of these niggas
C#m
I turn it up,
A
B
C#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
A
B
give me some more liquor
C#m
Open this back window,
A
let me dump on niggas
B
It's my era,
A
B
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 6
C#m
I'm on that money train,
A
making dead president stops
B
C#m
Robbed the liquor store just
A
B
so we can get some Ciroc
C#m
A
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
B
C#m
Got chased by the stray dogs when I
A
B
fled though the block
C#m
Bought a 50- cent razor,
A
B
now I'm ready to rock
C#m
I step to your block with
A
B
a George Jefferson bop
C#m
I cut him cross peddle bike,
A
B
he bled to his socks
C#m
Cuz Miles didn't have a chain
A
when I peddled and popped
B
C#m
My leather bomber was better
A
B
than that pleather you rocked
C#m
I wore old bomber way before
A
B
C#m
Michelle and Barack
A
I heard up North you wasn't reppin a lot
B
C#m
You never caught a 10- 3, you
A
respected the cops
B
C#m
How you gon use that jail
A
shit to try to get to the top?
B
C#m
You woke up in PC, never
A
B
slept in a box
C#m
A
He said he hungry so I fed him the ox
B
A
My gun is like an independent record label,
B
Heckler and Koch
Verse 7
C#m
A
We never heard of yo clique
B
but they heard of us
C#m
They put em down,
A
B
we liftin them burners up
C#m
You keep sayin word to your mother
A
B
but word to what?
C#m
I don't give a fuck about
A
B
none of these niggas
C#m
I turn it up,
A
B
C#m
Come on, come on, killas
Here go my cup,
A
B
give me some more liquor
C#m
Open this back window,
A
let me dump on niggas
B
It's my era,
A
B
I'm bout to turn it up on niggas
Verse 8
C#m
Turn up
A
B
Now I come back
C#m
A
B
Keep it underground hardcore
C#m
Turn up
A
B
Now I come back
C#m
A
B
Keep it underground hardcore
C#m
Turn up
A
B
Now I come back
C#m
A
B
Keep it underground hardcore
C#m
Turn up
A
B
A
B
Papoose, Papoose
C#m
A
B
C#m
A
B
C#m
この曲はどうでしたか？
チューナーE A D G B E
コードB Bbm F# C#m A
Papooseのその他の楽曲
さらに多くの曲を演奏するためのコードを見つけよう
4.6
世界中で人気のコード
すべてのユーザーで最も演奏されるコードとタブ譜