Kunci: B majorā¢
Verse 1
D#
Trippy Nation nigga Young Ced
on the beat,
watch these snitches mane
Verse 2
D#
B
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
E
The only dimes that I ever dropped
F#
D#
was some bitches
Iāma cut some fingers,
Iāma clip some tongues
B
D#
Cause all that point in talkin'
aināt allowed where Iām from
Verse 3
the fare,
F#
D#
fucking with them bricks
His partners put them laws on
him, over a bitch
These pussy nigga's scared,
donāt wanna take they charge
They swear they hard but they
softer then cotton balls (ho)
Real nigga's go to jail and donāt tell them
nothing (true)
F#
Do that time, come back home then
D#
get back to hustling (true)
We got everything for sale,
but the kitchen sink (true)
Keep my eyes on you snakes,
I donāt even blink (bitch)
B
D#
Boy you scared, you gon na tell them
white folks everything (yes sir)
To cut your time, you gonna give up
errybody name (pussy)
Snitching nigga you aināt straight,
E
F#
B
D#
them folks gonna find you dead
E
Cut your tongue out your mouth
D#
and put one in ya head
Verse 4
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped
F#
E
D#
Iāma cut some fingers,
Iāma clip some tongues
Cause all that point in talkin'
aināt allowed where Iām from
Verse 5
D#
The bigger the gun, the bigger the slug
B
D#
The bigger the hole for doc to plug
Holdin' your head, I put you to sleep
Body not found, mama gonā weep
Droppin the dime and runnin
your mouth
Nowhere to run, down in the south
Meet ya wrong, I hop on the phone
Goons on route, burners out
You screamin' pig,
F#
E
D#
Vocals smokin' just like a cig
Blowin' on kush and sippin' on hen
Forgive me father for your sin
Meet ya wrong, I'm able again
Convicted felon, back in the pen
E
Pistol in face, you wit attention
F#
They goin' for twelve,
B
D#
I got em for ten
He threw me them bowls, he
knew I'm a boss
He looking for bread, he know thatās a loss
I cross em a corn,
mixed somethin' me deal
And separate the fact from the real
You play the cards, bet you a deal
Behind them bars,
now you gonā squeal
You playin' these streets,
we playin' for real
Jail come wit it, swallow that meal
Verse 6
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped
E
Eb
was some bitches
Iāma cut some fingers,
Iāma clip some tongues
Eb
Cause all that point in talkin'
aināt allowed where Iām from
Verse 7
Eb
Prime time snitchin' lies,
got line twistin' guys
E
Eb
Take the clip to make a flick
no blind side or district 9
E
Trying to dodge prison time,
Gb
B
all die for fishin' by
Eb
Smith and 9's (pow pow pow), if
you mention mines
One: put you in a scope,
two: clack then it's smoke
Three. scoop you up and put ya
B
Eb
body in a envelope
Four: send yo folks jus ya head,
chest, guts
E
Now you leakin' body stink
D#
in' up the Fed Ex truck
And that fed pressure,
makes the snitches wanna roast you
They start droppin dimes like
B
D#
they coins miss the toll booth
God as my witness man I swear
to tell the whole truth
E
F#
D#m
D#
Where I'm from we gets it done
and act like we don't know dude
Verse 8
E
D#
These nigga's dropping dimes,
they some real snitches
E
The only dimes that I ever dropped
F#
B
was some bitches
D#
Iāma cut some fingers,
Iāma clip some tongues
D#
D#
Cause all that point in talkin'
E
aināt allowed where Iām from
Outro 1
Bagaimana pendapat Anda tentang lagu ini?
Anda perlu untuk memberikan penilaian.
PenyetemE A D G B E
AkorD# B E F# Eb...
Lebih banyak lagu dari Juicy J
Temukan akor untuk lebih banyak lagu yang bisa dimainkan
Lihat Selengkapnya
Akor populer di seluruh dunia
Akor & tab yang paling sering dimainkan oleh pengguna