John 创作者：
Lil Wayne

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Verse 1
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Just saw an alien saucer ap
Em Em 
 
proaching from the sky
C C 
 
C#m C#m 
 
Radio contact has been attempted
Em Em 
 
but cannot be established
A A 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Instructions are to prepare for an
C C 
 
attack by an un known enemy
C#m C#m 
 
Huh

Verse 2

C#m

Yeah

Huh

Verse 3
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
C#m C#m 
 
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker,
A A 
 
"Fetch"
C#m C#m 
 
I'm fuckin' her good,
A A 
 
she got her legs on my neck
C#m C#m 
 
I get pussy, mouth and ass,
D D 
 
call that bitch triple threat
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
When I was in jail,
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
she let me call her collect
Em Em 
 
But if she get greedy,
E E 
 
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
I'ma starve her to death
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
Top down, it's upset
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
Been fucking the world and nigga,
Em Em 
 
A A 
 
I ain't come yet
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
You fuck  with me wrong,
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I knock your head off   your neck
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
The guns  are drawn and I
ain't talkin' 'bout a sketch
C#m C#m 
 
D D 
 
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Em Em 
 
Prepare for the worst but
C C 
 
still praying for the be st
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
This game is a bitch, I got my
Em Em 
 
C C 
 
hand up her dress
Em Em 
 
The money don't sleep,
C C 
 
so Weezy can't rest
Em Em 
 
E E 
 
An  AK47 is my fucking address, huh
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I'm   not a star, somebody

Verse 4
lied
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got a chopper in    the car (huh)
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got a chopper in the car
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
Yeah, load up the choppers
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
C C 
 
niggas where it hurts
Em Em 
 
If I die today,
C C 
 
remember me like John Lennon
Em Em 
 
Buried in Louis,
I'm talking all brown linen, huh
A A 
 
Big black nigga

Verse 5
and an icy watch
Em Em 
 
Shoes on the coupe,
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
that got a Nike shop
Count the profits,
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
you could bring 'em in a Nike box
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
Grindin' in my Jordans, kick them off,
they might be hot (huh)
B B 
 
Swish, I'm swimmin' in a
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
yellow bitch (boss)
B B 
 
In the red 911,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
lookin' devilish (haha)
B B 
 
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit
Em Em 
 
down (huh)
Thought it was bulletproof 'til
C#m C#m 
 
he got hit the fifth time
A A 
 
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
C#m C#m 
 
Make  it come back even harder
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
than before (yeah)
Baby, I'm the only one that
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
paid your car note  (Rozay)
Well connected,
got killers off in Chicago (huh)
A A 
 
I'm not a star, somebody

Verse 6
lied
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
I got a chopper in the car
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
Yeah, load up the choppers
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them
C C 
 
niggas where it hurts
Em Em 
 
If I die today,
C C 
 
remember me like John Lennon
Em Em 
 
Buried in Louis,
C#m C#m 
 
I'm talking all brown linen, huh
A A 
 
Talk stupid,

Verse 7
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
get   your head popped
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Big B's, Red Sox
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You're fucking with a nigga
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
who don't give a fuck
C C 
 
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Em Em 
 
Pussy niggas sweet,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch,
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
she say she finna cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain,
A A 
 
I don't need a piece
C#m C#m 
 
That banana clip,
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
let Chiquita speak
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch ass nigga,
C C 
 
pussy ass nigga
Em Em 
 
I   see you lookin' with your lookin' ass,
C C 
 
nigga
Em Em 
 
You know the rules,
C C 
 
kill 'em all and keep moving
Em Em 
 
A A 
 
C#m C#m 
 
If I die today, it'd be a holiday, huh

Verse 8
C#m C#m 
 
A A 
 
I'm not a star, somebody lied
C#m C#m 
 
I got a chopper in the car,
A A 
 
so don't make it come alive (yeah)
Rip your ass apart,
then I pull myself together
C#m C#m 
 
Y-M-C-M-B, Double M,    M, M, M, M,
A A 
 
Em Em 
 
we rich forever (huh)
The bigger the bullet,
C C 
 
the more that bitch gon' bang
Em Em 
 
Red on the wall,
B B 
 
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
Basquiat when I paint (yeah)
C C 
 
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
Em Em 
 
My first home invasion,
A A 
 
papi gave me forty bricks
Em Em 
 
Son of a bitch,
A A 
 
E E 
 
A A 
 
then I made a great escape
C#m C#m 
 
Ain't it funny? Mama only
E E 
 
A A 
 
son be baking cakes
C#m C#m 
 
Pull up in the sleigh,
A A 
 
hop out like I'm Santa Claus
C#m C#m 
 
Niggas gather around, got gifts for each
D D 
 
Em Em 
 
and all of y'all (haha)
Take it home and let it bubble,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
that's the double up  (yeah)
If you get in trouble,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
that just mean you fuckin' up  (nigga)
It's a cold world,
C C 
 
Em Em 
 
I need a bird to cuddle up  (yeah)
I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up