Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this.
Me and my nigga Mr.
Dalvin.
First let me get some weed before I wreck it.
Just lay back.
[Static]
Where the reefer at, where the reefer at?
Run me in the dime, not trying to [C7]bust my [A]head
Cause I stays on [C7]top of mine (top on [C7]mine)
Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when
Niggas wasn't be [Am]thinkin' about drink no juice and [Bm]gin (alright brother)
Niggas be [Am]drinkin' the Thunderbird or Night tɾain
Lookin' for [Dm7]the ɾight frame, breakin' like [F]a dice game
Stackin' skrilla so I'm sippin' Hennessy
Lickin' shot after shot at my [A]enemies
Boom boom ɾecognize all [Em]pursuers been in the game for [Dm7]years
Cause I'm a sure connoisseur
Consume the blocks, drop off my [A]ɾocks, the quicker a nigga play me
The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the glocks
Not tɾippin' facial experessions, be [Am]shittin'
Niggas don't be [Am]hearin' all [Em]that in every city
Take a nigga out if you [A7gotta on [C7]the day to [C7]day
Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to [C7]God nigga
[Chorus]
It ain't hare to [C7]see, when niggas tɾy to [C7]be [Am]like [F]me
A tɾue O.G., why y'all [Em]why y'all, gotta take you [A7underground
Parlay all [Em]day with the niggas from the basement sound [Repeat: x2]
[Mr. Dalvin]
Watch out for [Dm7]I blow, swing low
Forget it, why y'all [Em]don't hear me though, I'm hittin' switches
Hoppin' like [F]a 64, and [Bm]I, thought you [A7knew, what I can do
Able to [C7]leap tall [Em]building and [Bm]ɾun up to [C7]your crew (oh)
The underground stylistical, got [Fm7]more flavors than mystics
So lay back and [Bm]watch this nigga kick it
Wicked without thinkin' of funky
But I ain't stinkin', I know I got [Fm7]you [A7open cause I got [Fm7]why y'all [Em]niggas
Blinkin'
Check it out, you [A7watch me devastate this tɾack
I make stacks and [Bm]stacks and [Bm]leave niggas on [C7]they backs
Cause I, be [Am]a sharp shooter, intɾuder
Rugged and [Bm]ɾough, poppin' off just like [F]a lueger
Now how many niggas, want to [C7]get down, while I say
With Jodeci or the basement sound, around
I don't want to [C7]see, handin', my [A]crew is deep and [Bm]you [A7know that we be [Am]bangin'
So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my [A]gat
Start a war like [F]Tom Barringer in Platoon
So, don't mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like [F]19 nigga fiz-o, oh
[Chorus]
Come on [C7]get down [Repeats]
This goin' out to [C7]all [Em]the players
Shoot outs to [C7]the ballers
Much love to [C7]the hustlers (all [Em]around the world)
Mo power to [C7]the pimps
Watch the basement make it mo better (like [F]that)
Niggas just down for [Dm7]whatever, whatever
Come on, like [F]that
Let it go, let it flow