4 Acordes utilizados en la canción: Am, G, F, E
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Intro: Am, G, F, E (x2)
Am G
Yo I don't got bros, dont hang on the streets
F E
I dont beat my hoes, I only beat my meat.
Am G
Don't womanize 'cause you know it's true
F E
That when you look in their eyes you see they're people too
Am G F E
Mother effin suffrage
Am G F E
Mother effin suffrage!
Am G
You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do coke,
F E
But I had to go to diet, 'cause it burnt my throat.
Am G
I've been doin drive-bys all of my life,
F E
'Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my BIKE!
Am G F E
Yeah!
Am G F E
The car is my bike!
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E Am
I'll whip it out, clean it off, and stick it in her eye.
G F E
And by "it" I mean contact lens...
Am G F E
Unless it got dirty
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry.
Am G
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
F E
But he's a PresiDONT who AmeriCANT
Am G F E
Oh my God, that is good, the kid is good
Am G F E
I know, I know him, yup, I swear to God!
Am G
I spit gangsta hymns, 'cause I'm a gangsta straight,
F E
I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate.
Am G
We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste,
F E Am
'Cause the girls that I date have a particular taste...
G F E
The taste of my weiner
Am G F E
The taste of my weiner!
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E
Why was I born white? No one quite knows why.
Am G
Gansgsta sell their rocks, I got a collection
F E
You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection.
Am G
Yo yo I'm a lyrical heretic but I'll make you laugh,
F E
Hit you with rhetoric, that'll cut you in half.
Am G
I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice,
F E
How 'bout you sit down, and I serve you slice...
Am G F E
Of my 3.14 apple pi my voice is so smokey it'll make you high
Am G
Here's a confession: it's all about me,
F E
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski.
Am G F
Buh duh da duh duh, da da da da da duh duh duh da da
E Am G F E
Fill me with gas!
Am G
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Am G
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Am G
All you little thugs wanna mess me with me?
F E
Know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3.
Am G
I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife,
F E
Snorted that shit and I got high on LIFE.
Am G
Yo yo a guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense,
F E
I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense.
Yeah, big finale!
Am G
You know I flow and show it, you know that Bo know it,
F E
You're lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
Am G
Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinning.
F E
Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens.
Am G
And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
F E
Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise.
Am G
You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it,
F E Am G F E
Then you try to ride it, too late - I already spit it.
Am G F E
I already spit it!
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