Lyrics:
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A (I'd rather be you nigga)
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in
D dsus4 d dsus4
You can ease your heat in a penthouse suite
Bm g d a
While I'm in a hotel with some hanger-on under those dirty sheets
A d
And it
things by weight
They either drag you down or they lift you
Repeat chorus (then) bridge
Dm bb f bb
I don't read between the lines I'm not ready for what
my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
My generation
My generation
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because
stacked ten by ten
Bb G
For the wife the folks the kids
F Dm G7
All of the kin and a friend listen
I feel all hope is gone
Up above my head
I hear joy bells ringing
Up above my head
I hear angels singing
There must be a G-d somewhere
There
on your coat and T-I-E
You wanna get the rabbit out the L-O-G
You gotta make a cold motion like a D-O-G
Yeah, like a D-O-G
Like a D-O-G
I got a good
enough now, so let's
Make a mess lioness
I'm pinned down by the dark
I'm pinned down by the dark, oh-oh-oh
D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S
A-N-I-M-A-L
Do it for a 'G' or B-A-N-D-Z
Got an AK watchin' out for the FBI
Try'na be F-R-E-E
Do it for the OG niggas in the cutlasses
Old school Chevy
I'm the [D]train they call the [A]City of New [Bm]Orleans,
I'll be gon[C]e five [G]hundred miles[A] when the day is [D]done.
Dealing card games
Recorded by: hank williams, sr.
Writer: ernest tubb
Capo: [g] st fret/key: g#/play: g
[g] I'm free at last from [c] love and all its' [g] worries
and [d] pain
And [g] now I can see the [c] end of my [g] journey
I'm going to [d] heaven a-[g] gain.
I leave you the day, to help all your neighbors
I
g'bye now,
The trip by taxi wasn't far,
We'd made it longer if we had a car.
I can't deny, but now g'bye.
There's one advantage to our leaving,
[C] Well, Willie he [C7] carried his [F] guitar on his [C] back
As he hopped aboard a freight [G7] train
And [C] somewhere [C7] in the [F] cold
it in open chords.
Intro g d f#m g x 2
G d f#m d g d f#m d
Oh black honey's in my soul, oh black honey's in my soul
F#m d f#m d
Never been no poor
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by
It's hard, hard 'cause you make me feel good
('Cause you make me feel good)
F.E.E.L G.O.O.D, yes I feel good sing it with me
F.E.E.L G.O.O.D, yes I feel
Yo
C-Gutta where you at?
D Rockafella
Ceasar Leo Degenero
Bled C
Money SL
Uh...
B.I.G. is makin this cream
Bitches always say what the hell does that
No noo oh yeah ye oh uhuh yeah yeah
Omo na me be the d d d don di d d d d don g g g g gorgon
Di d d d don di d d d d don g g g g gorgon
Di d d d don
A B C D E F G H, I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo
Years have gone
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
Pre>
D g d a d
Intro: understanding understanding (twice)
D g d a d
When I get mad I'm really a drag, tear down walls start losing my rag
D g d a d
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