4 the Record 创作者：
Boogie
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Verse 1
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the
F F 
 
niggas that do the most
I'm here, back again
Am Am 
 
It's your boy [?]
F F 
 
For the record, I like [?]
Ya heard?
And that's how we do it,
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
for the
record
Am Am 
 
This is for the record

Verse 2
F F 
 
(hey)
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
This is  for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
This is for the record (hey)
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Am Am 
 
Hey, man I'm in this whole

Verse 3
wire
F F 
 
Stay up, I don't ever get tired
Am Am 
 
Heat it up, with a little more fire
F F 
 
Headed up, we can only get higher
Am Am 
 
Man, your girl give me head, like a visor
F F 
 
I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar
Am Am 
 
You ain't heard that I roll with the writers
F F 
 
Give it up bruh, you don't
wanna try us
Am Am 
 
Every time I hit the road,
F F 
 
they be linin' up
All these hoes see me on,
now they signin up
Am Am 
 
Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor
F F 
 
Keep on sleepin' if you want,
man, that's fine with us
Am Am 
 
Em Em 
 
F F 
 
Back it up one time for a nigga
Mix a little bam- bam with the liquor
Am Am 
 
No, we don't got no problems
F F 
 
over here bruh
And we gon' touch a mil' before
the year is up
Am Am 
 
This is for the record

Verse 4
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
(hey)
F F 
 
This is for the record (hey)
Hell yeah
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Am Am 
 
This is for the record (hey)
F F 
 
This is for the record (hey)
Am Am 
 
Hell yeah

Verse 5
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
Money on my  mind, for the record
Runnin' through the marathon,
Am Am 
 
for the re  cord
F F 
 
And I put that on God,
for the record
Am Am 
 
Somebody might die, for the record
F F 
 
Rest in peace, nigga Eazy- E,
for the record
Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat,
for the record
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
We  could do this all night,
for the record
Am Am 
 
Comin' from the Westside, for the record

Verse 6
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
This one for the pressure
This one for the bitches,
that ain't givin' me no effort
Am Am 
 
This one for the L,
F F 
 
shit they only made me better
They remember every fade,
and sayin' this one for the record
Am Am 
 
I can 't rectify the pain or
F F 
 
the story of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain,
with a 40 and a chain
Am Am 
 
You know devils love to play,
F F 
 
in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change,
if all I ever do is hang
Am Am 
 
Really, all I see is shame
"Where my city at?"
F F 
 
Nigga, you too broke for you to know
where all the bitches at
Am Am 
 
Homie on parole and he can't smoke,
so he gon' hit a Black
F F 
 
You let somebody use your lighter,
you don't get it back
Am Am 
 
I'm really at... I'm really in a bad place,
F F 
 
and I ain't seein' good much
Tell me throw my fist high and
I just throw my hood up
Em Em 
 
Am Am 
 
How you know your roof high,
F F 
 
if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I never understood
Am Am 
 
But I know this one for the record,
F F 
 
I know this one for the death
They'll have niggas spendin' money
'fore we even see the check
Am Am 
 
Serena made it outta' Compton,
F F 
 
she forever get re spect
A parallel to how ya'll sit
and do it for the 'net
I say...
Am Am 
 
This is for the record
F F 
 
You know

Verse 7
what I'm sayin'
Am Am 
 
For the record...
F F 
 
It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody,
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
nigga. And that's really for the record, nigga
Am Am 
 
F F 
 
I put that muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know,
shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the record