Tono: E
Introducción: E D7+ E F#m E D9+ E F#m7 E D7+ E F#m E D9+ E F#m9 E D7+ E F#m E D9+ E F#m7 E D9+ E F#m7
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I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
D7+
Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame
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Take this music dead serious while others entertain
F#m
I see they're making their paper so I guess I can't complain
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Or can I? I feel they're disrespecting the whole thang
D9+
Them hooks like selling dope to black folks
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And I choke when the food they serving ain't tasting right
F#m7
My stomach can't digest it even when I bless it
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I'm confessing one more lesson from the South, we in the house tonight
D7+
Now hootie who wants to oppose? Suppose
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We rolls through Headland and Delowe
F#m
Where me and my niggas would pass the flow
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And got down for ours like hind catchers
D9+
My mind catches flashbacks to the black past
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While mind close niggas laugh at
F#m9
The Southern slang, finger waves and Mojo chicken wangs
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I grew up on booty shake we did not know no better thang
D7+
So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
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Started by Afrika Bambaata, so you and your partner
F#m7
Gather your thoughts
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Something's gotta change
D9+ E
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
F#m E
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
D7+ E
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
F#m7
Like memories of yesterday
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Uhh, born Antwan Patton but my partners they call me Big Boi
D7+
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speaking the truth not talking that shit boy
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I'm thinking of checking my traps and busting my raps
F#m
And throwing them craps
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7 Eleven is no convenience, you pumping your gas but watching your back
D9+
For the robbing crew thinking they're robbing you, you must be cautious
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To staying up on your game and pimping these crows, you must be flawless
F#m7
Like Mortal Kombat, but fucking these wombats got you dizzy
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My nigga you know if I wanna be playin
D7+
But runnin up on me like you miss me
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You catching the wrong vibe, packing your shit and rolling your eyes back
F#m
Flexin up on the corner tossin your dice and rollin your Cadillac
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But man it seems I'm reaching out and touching the wrong nigga
D7+
Don't expect it to be pimping get your index off the trigger
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As we bust, us, we leavin em in the dust
F#m7
So keep that caine up out of your nose
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I said my piece and then I hush
D9+
As the calendar keeps flippin', niggas dippin'
E
Something's gotta change
D9+ E
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
F#m E
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
D7+ E
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
F#m7
Like memories of yesterday
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Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come clean
D7+
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
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Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringing
F#m
On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sanging
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Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
D9+
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
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Psych, because no one is free when others are oppressed
F#m7
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
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Like some eagles, people don't understand
D7+
Just like their parents don't be caring
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I'm speaking bout you playing with that phony stuff you sharing
F#m
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
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Thinking you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimping no bitches
D9+
'Cause you flauging falling like leaves into driveways
E
Isn't it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on highways
F#m9
Fridays are tight but Saturday just makes it old
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Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
D7+
Growing old
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Something's gotta change
D9+ E
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
F#m E
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
D7+ E
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
F#m7
Like memories of yesterdayx
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See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
D7+
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
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Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
F#m
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
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Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
D9+
See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
E
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
F#m7
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
E
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
D7+
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
E
See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
F#m
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
E
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
D9+
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
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Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old