Tom: F major•
Verse 1
Bb
Everybody's chillin'. Tommy Tom.
Yeah. What's up, baby?
What's up, man?
Hey, baby.
My sweet side nigga.
Takin' care of the community?
Yes, indeed.
I'm takin' care of you, too.
Money -makin' Mitch.
We makin' that real money.
Come on, I'm broke, baby.
I ain't got no money.
Bullshit. I see you shinin', nigga.
I can smell a motherfucker with money
even Ray Charles can see you
Am
got money
Bb
Standing out in front of the too far
with a bunch of walking pharmacies
for doing yours pick up time
Scuff Tim's with a kick -up grind
playing jacks with the swaps
come and pick up your dimes
Am
This is everyday people
like the rest of development
Bb
the weight so lethal
you would bet it was heaven sent
But God don't bless this corner.
We the bottom of the bucket
We lucky he protect this corner,
when the stress build on us,
Am
we burn leafs and twist tops
Duck behind the popcorn bags
and ditch cops,
Bb
hiding behind the Cheerios
When the coast clear, we approach there,
like here we go, here we go
See what you call hope, they call dope,
the quiet is kept,
it's the words that's all smoke
Am
One rule youngin, get it and dab,
Bb
same place where your life depends
On a brick and a half, you wanna look for,
either that or you inside on the cook cook
I'm steamin' crack, look at your eyes,
dude, you got a rare mask
If you decide to do that,
Am
you can't be inhalin' the
smell of cookin' a slav
Bb
Huh, fuck with that if you want to,
I'm postin' in front of the corner store
when you come through
I peep that, 45 Magnum Street,
between Kilo Ave. and Brick Place
Am
And alls of this shakes in front of the bodega,
Bb
the, the bodega, the, the bodega
Sun up, sun down,
get your rep out here
so when you come around
Think twice before sayin' a word
Think twice before playin' the curve
Am
Bodega, the, the Bodega, the,
Bb
the Bodega, the, the Bodega
Sun up, the sun down
You get your rep out of here
so when you come around
Think twice before sayin' a word
Think twice before playin' the curve
Am
Bodega, the, the Bodega,
the, the Bodega
Bb
Yeah, I used to owe Brad the pop
My homie would give him half
when I jumped on his sandwiches
I saw the way the feds get cocky
Where they snatched my man
when they cuffed him and handled him
Am
Was fucking disgraceful
Right in front of the star,
Bb
they shoved him on the floor
And they gave him a face ball
Burners in his teeth,
with his rights yelled at him
Spitting on his fitted
and holding what he was pitching
Am
Fuck is you doing, them tops cost
Bb
Am
They all numbered
so they all need to be knocked off
Bb
And everybody on the ave
just look at you, strapped
You acting like your badge
is bulletproof, relax
Cause ain't nothing going
on but the rent,
need a lil crib so it only makes sense
Am
Half the block got crew time,
Bb
and poppy turned into Javi
with a new sign and no clue
Welcome to any ghetto USA,
get a heart,
somewhere to start and you gets paid
Peep it, let's get this money
till it's all gone,
Am
fuck the an gel on your shoulder
saying it's all wrong
Bb
Cause cash counts, get that and bounce
and keep a desert on you
First time outside your
peoples better warn you
Look, standing under the awning,
it's me
and these sunflower seeds up to the morning
Am
In front of the bodega,
the bodega,
Bb
the bodega, the bodega
Sun up, the sun down,
you get your rep out here
so when you come around
Think twice before saying a word,
think twice before playing the curve
Am
The bodega, the bodega,
Bb
the bodega, the bodega
Sun up, the sun down,
you get your rep out here
so when you come around
Think twice before sayin' a word
Think twice before playin' the curve
Am
Bodega, the, the Bodega, the,
Bb
Am
Bb
Gm
Bb
the Bodega
You
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