调:A minor•
Verse 1
ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album,
I don't give a damn how many he put
out he talk about the same
shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather
seats
mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga
(mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
Interlude 1
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
G
Em
Am
Em
Am
Verse 2
swing low like sweet chariots
flowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
niggaz gone be bleeding
that shit this evening
Lets creep across the
Em
Am
I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
Em
G
Am
My nigga said that he been fucking
up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
bad Billy bad ass and shit
I can't perform the hit
wrapped my hands around
steady runnin ya mouth
the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
points get points across
don't want to pay the cost
them doors then lifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon
know exactly who to hit
some bodies to burry
hide them lugers with Karen
Verse 3
chorus:Aint no motherfuckin sunshine,
Em
G
Am
Its only tech nines and clips and
G
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Em
I thought you knew better
them fuckin Georgia Boys from
Verse 4
my nigga,
Talkin billions with Brazilions
I got this funny feeling that
'cause money's a faithful bitch
more so fuck another
they see they sucker
These niggaz make me
why these niggaz hate me
Em
G
Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
doing the same shit
His habit made em tell
law,bastard crooked as hell
2 Derrels
just lookin for the shells
They try to best they nail,
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
Dm
We,appreciate that we so smooth
they ain't caught us yet
know where I belong
Em
G
Am
Pumpin her up with these
Em
Am
G
songs,so so-long to all three
The ho had bring me box with the
downstairs,my fuckin box was open
Rambaling through my shit
no shells from the murder
her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders would
Am
chorus
Interlude 2
Em
Am
Em
Am
Am
Verse 5
Disturbing me while I'm working
Em
G
This clouds lurking over me,like a cartoon
to stay in my room
3 murders second count
Am
Em
Its back to Atlanta,shit too hot in Augusta
door and who is that
Em
G
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
gat yea that mack
grazed me cross my back
bustin rockets
Em
Am
G
went the bustin over there
niggaz, die nigga yea
there Karen's cousin
then turned off the light
approaching to my right
them niggaz call my name
Em
G
My 6'3 frame to be filled with bullet holes
more of them has got to go
the bustin with mine
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It ain't no fuckin sunshine!
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