Kunci: F minor
Verse 1
B
All the swingin' young hip
C#m
B
I'm their symbol, I'm real
F#m
C#m
With me they can relate and associate
C#
You see, I came from those
same shabby shacks
F#m
C#
With those same funky rags
C#m
on my back
F#m
But growin' up in a world of dog -eat -dog,
learned
That the dirtiest dog got the bone
C#
F#m
Meaning not the dog with the
F#m
C#m
But the dog with the coldest heart
F#m
B
Coldest heart I became the North Pole
F#m
C#m
F#m
B
Em
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Uh, yeah, good time I sit
What? Four corners, four floors
Some raw, raw, off the floor
Like you're never thrown down
What's that?
That I be this lyrical, miracle,
typical, spiritual nigga who
What? These people are turning,
don't listen to
Uh -huh
Till I listen to him,
realize it's pitiful, despicable, original
Had to get a visual, it was printed, what?
For the man to get these fans
Em
to just scream down his neck
Like he was standing next to Mystical
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Before this rapping book,
looking through my rapping book
I was rapping, clapping,
looking for a cap to just
B
F#m
I ain't have to rap about
how much crack I push
Been dealing with Peter Pan
way before Captain Hook
Bm
F#m
Dust on the boat,
even had the captain hook
This nigga platter -puss,
he won't move a pack
He shook, movin' back, he shook
Em
I done slapped some crooks,
I left em' like eff em'
For givin' me some nasty looks,
F#m
I run with twelve goons
From midnight to twelve noon,
then let that twelve boom
Leave you with a shell wound,
I end up in that jail tune
I have a chick bringin' me balloons
like she wantin' me to get well soon
That's that coca -coca, cho -cha -ho -da -ho,
I'm so -so
Rollercoaster, Vida Vida, Loka Loka
Bm
F#m
Bm
F#m
Smoker, Smoker,
Smoker, Smoker,
The more I throw a chick chain,
F#m
the more I'm Oprah Clown, I duds,
bring around the drugs
A brick a pound of duds,
that'll get the town to love
That's why I bling around in studs
Black diamonds make my bezel
look like the ring around your tub
I get the whole sweater,
all sick off the fifth and the fourth letter
Bm
Homie, I'm an off -setter,
F#m
F the board cheddar
Trick, I'm the man,
Em
let I get in your pants
Bm
Quicker than a cross -dresser
F#m
Get out of here now
It's over, man
Can't you see it's over?
Bm
F#m
Get out of here, scram
F#m
I got this shit on lock, man
Outro 1
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