Kunci: F# minor
Verse 1
Fm
You knew that I was coming
'cause you heard my name
Eb
But you don't know my game
Ab
and never felt my pain
Bb
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
Fm
And got scared when you heard that
I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Eb
Give thanks I'm alive
when I should be dead
Ab
Bb
Uh, I'm in the red cause my
mind's distortin'
Fm
People claimin' that they know me,
but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains
and touch the sun
Don't get scared now,
Ab
you knew this day would come
B
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
Ab
Eb
And fuck all you hoes
Ab
Fm
'Cause it's been
Verse 2
a long time
comin' but I finally broke
Ab
Fm
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Ab
Fm
Like some uncut dope motherfucker,
Kid Rock's to blame
Ab
Fm
Same game, same name,
Bb
Ab
ain't a damn thing changed
Fm
Ab
Fm
No sell-out, I I ain't no ho, fuck the radio,
comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Ab
Fm
Watch Watch Watch Watch
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Ab
Fm
Self-made and and paid and
Bb
Fm
sold off twelve gauges
Bb
Fm
Up that ass for the nine-eight, nine-eight
Never Never Never fake, shake,
straight from the Great Lakes
Ab
Fm
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat-out, you you diss me punk,
Eb
that's when I pull the strap out
Ab
And I get to buck-buck-bucking,
Fm
I'm I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit,
Ab
Fm
Top-Dog I'm I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
Eb
Fm
My My My My My motto, "be cool,
keep pimpin'"
Ab
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Fm
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
Ab
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
Fm
We float like butterflies,
Ab
sting like queen bees
Fm
Strapped with AKs straight
Ab
from the Chinese
Fm
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Ab
Fm
Bunch of white boys pimpin'
like the K-I-D
And And And it's all good,
Ab
I got love for my hon keys
Fm
Ab
We roll thick, kick ass like donkeys
Fm
Bb
Anybody fucks with you and I'm
Ab
gonna mack 'em
Verse 3
Fm
Devil without a cause,
Eb
I'm going platinum
Fm
Ab
I'm going platinum,
Fm
Ab
Fm
I'm going platinum
Ab
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause,
Fm
I'm going platinum
Interlude 1
Ab
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ab
Verse 4
Fm
Yeah, we come to party,
so get down everybody (come on)
Eb
Yeah, we come to party
Fm
I went from
Verse 5
St. Claire shores
Ab
and drink specials at Winners
Fm
To New York City and seven
hundred-dollar dinners
Ab
din ners
Fm
From hangin' with sinners
and secondhand cheap sex
Ab
Fm
To gettin' much respect
Bb
Ab
from top record execs
Fm
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
Ab
Fm
So shut up now or put my
Ab
balls in your mouth
Fm
Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot
Ab
Fm
When I was tossed in the
dime bin and left to rot
Bb
Used to call me funny when my
Fm
nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin'
Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want
to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down
I never seen 'em around
Ab
Fm
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
Bb
Fm
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs,
Ab
drop-top, and and jacuzzi
A
Fm
No more floozies,
only high-class hoes
A couple when it rains and
a few when it snows
A
Eb#
Fm
A brand new nose to go along
with my habit
Ab
And a garden hose made
out of twenty-four karat
Fm
karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
Ab
Fm
And they sound like you
and all the shit you talk
Ab
Fm
Step inside my shoes,
you couldn't fill em' doc
Ab
Fm
You're too old to kid,
Eb
too soft to rock
Fm
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax
and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all
over your test of time
Verse 6
Fm
I'm going platinum,
Ab
Fm
I'm going platinum
Eb
Fm
Ab
Oh, I'm going platinum,
Fm
Ab
we're going platinum
Devil without a cause,
Fm
I'm going platinum
Ab
Fm
Ab
Fm
Ab
Devil, dev il, devil, devil
Fm
Ab
Fm
Verse 7
Straight out of the
streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, high,
Eb
Fm
Eb#
B
Fm
ready to get fly
Bb
Joe C
Verse 8
Bb
Ab
I'm the J-O-E to to to the C, ho
Fm
Call me Joe C,
Eb
Fm
Eb
got more game than Coleco
Fm
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
Bb
Three-foot-nine with with
Fm
with a ten-foot dick
dick
Ab
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
Fm
And rake through kind like a
Ab
bum through wine
Fm
It's my time so I'm gonna
Ab
shine like glass
Fm
Ab
Old as piss, but small as ass
Fm
Ab
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
Fm
You're raking grass while I'm
Ab
raking cash
Fm
Ab
High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Fm
Ab
Say we like to party, rock the party
Fm
Ab
Fm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Ab
We like to party, rock the party
Fm
Ab
Fm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Eb
Ab
You like to party, rock the party
Fm
Ab
Fm
(We like to party, rock the party)
Ab
You like to party, rock the party
Fm
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Outro 1
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