Cifra de Brad Fleming - Rap Roulette - Misc Originals
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Primeiro acorde: G 6 acordes identificados
G D Em
Yo VIP,
C
let's kick it
G D Em C
Ice, ice baby
G D Em C
Ice, ice baby
Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Em C
Ice is back with my brand new invention
G D
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Em C
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
G D
Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know
Em C
Turn off the lights, and I'll glow
G D
To the extreme, I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
G D
Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms
Em C
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
G D
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Em C
Anything less than the best is a felony
G D
Love it or leave it, you better gangway
Em C
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
G D
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Em C
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
G D
Ice, ice baby
Em C
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
G D
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
Em C
Vanilla Ice, ice baby
G D
Vanilla
Em C
G D Em C
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop
G D Em C
Oh, no That's how Ruff Ryders roll
G D Em C
Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop
G D
Oh, no
Em C
That's how Ruff Ryders roll
G D
One, two, three and to the fo'
Em C
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the do'
G D
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up
(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble
Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby!
Two loc'ed out G's so we're crazy!
Death Row is the label that pays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)
But, uh, back to the lecture at hand
Em C
Perfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understand
G D
From a young G's perspective
And before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptive
G D
You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man
G D
Now you know I ain't wit that shit, Lieutenant
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it
(yeah) And that's realer than real-deal Holyfield
Em C
And now you hookas and ho's know how I feel
G D
Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk
Em C
I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff
G D
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Em C
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
G D
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom
G D
Just wakin' up in the mornin', gotta thank God
Em C
I don't know, but today seems kinda odd
G D
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
Em C
And mama cooked the breakfast with no hog
G D
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Em C
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
G D
Hooked it up for later as I hit the door
Em C
Thinkin', "Will I live another 24?"
G D
I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop-top
Em C
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
G D
Had to stop at a red light
Em C
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
G D
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can do it all night
G D
Called up the homies, and I'm askin' y'all
"Which park are y'all playin' basketball?"
G D
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Em C
Last week, messed around and got a triple-double
G D
Freakin' brothers every way like MJ
Em C
I can't believe today was a good day
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Em C
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
G D
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Em C
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way
A better way, better way, yeah
G D
I was gonna clean my room until I got high (ooh)
I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high (la-la-ta, ta-ta-ra-ra)
My room is still messed up, and I know why (why? Man)
Em C
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high (la-la-ta, ta-ta-ra-ra)
G D
3-6-9, damn you fine
Em C
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, Hoddamn (hoddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, Hoddamn (hoddamn)
G D Em C
G D
B-I-G P-O-P-P-A
Em C
No info for the DEA
G D
Federal agents mad 'cause I'm flagrant
Em C
Tap my cell and the phone in the basement
G D
My team supreme, stay clean
Em C
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that
G D
Cat you see at all events bent
Em C
Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders
G D
Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me
Em C
Bruise too much, I lose too much
G D
Step on stage, the girls boo too much
I guess it's 'cause you run with lame dudes too much
Me lose my touch? Never that
If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat
Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the skyyyyyyyyyyy
G D
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
G D
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
G D
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we seeeeeeeee
