This song is from the album Playing the Game with No Rules(2008), released on 25 March 2008.
This album was produced by Mannie Fresh. This song is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
This album was produced by Mannie Fresh. This song is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Original Key: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm Eb Db Fm Eb Db x2 [CHORUS] Fm Eb I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Db I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Db I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah) Db Fm I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud [VERSE] Fm Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Eb All I can see is the purplest clouds Eb Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now Db I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Db Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now Db I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns Db They 'bout to give me a personal foul Fm I'ma thank God for my existence Fm I'ma thank God for my charisma Eb I'ma thank God that I'm in the business Eb And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system Db I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in Db I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it Db I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics Db I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic Fm All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous Fm I cannot really be seriously serious Eb All of my goons take everything serious Eb Run in the building and kill your superiors Db Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates Db Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium Db I see y'all ass all in my peripheral Db Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian Fm She workin' that ass continuous Fm I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous Fm Eb I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions Eb Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem Db I got a monogamous smile Db I do not know how I do how Db I give all to my daughters, no doubt Db It's been all about now until now www.chordzone.org Fm I've been keepin' it quiet but loud Fm I've been keepin' it private but proud Eb I've been treatin' the fire like flowers Eb I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow" Db And she 'bout to twerk on the ground Db Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Db Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse Db Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) Fm She 'bout to twerk on the ground Fm Oh my God, she gettin' personal now Fm Eb Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd Eb Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd Db Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Db Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Db Call up my phone and my service was down Db Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while www.chordzone.org Fm Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Fm Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Eb Call up my phone and my service was down Eb Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while Eb Db I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Db Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now Db I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns Db They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn Ayy, tell you what you should do, son [VERSE] Abm Dbm Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical Abm Dbm Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu Abm Dbm We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you Abm Dbm You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 Abm Dbm It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout Abm Dbm I'm on Cloud and, nigga, you just on iCloud Abm Dbm I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out Abm Dbm You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch Abm Dbm Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch Abm Dbm Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit Abm Dbm Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage Abm Dbm Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th Abm Dbm Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight Abm Dbm Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice Abm Dbm Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise Abm Dbm Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life' Abm Dbm Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right Abm Dbm Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe Abm Dbm Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga Abm Dbm I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga Abm Dbm Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Abm Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now Dbm All I could see is the purplest clouds Abm Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now Dbm I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown Abm Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now Dbm I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns Abm Dbm Abm Dbm They 'bout to give me a personal foul
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