Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Cm
A-yes, yes
Fm
Cm
yes y'all,
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Cm
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot,
Verse 2
come on
Fm
I met this girl when I was ten years old
Bb
Db
An d what I loved most,
she had so much soul
Fm
She was old school when I
was just a shorty
Bb
Db
Never knew throughout my life
she would be there for me
Fm
On the regular, not a church girl,
she was secular
Bb
Db
Not about the money,
them studs was mic-checkin' her
her
she hit me in the heart
Bb
Db
A few New York niggas had did
her in the park
Fm
But she was there for me,
and I was there for her
Bb
Db
Pull out a chair for her,
turn on the air for her
Fm
And just cool out, cool out,
and listen to her
Bb
Db
Sittin' on bone,
wishin' that I could do her
Fm
Eventually if it was meant to be,
then it would be
Bb
Db
'Cause we related,
physically and mentally
I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Bb
Db
Slim was fresh, yo,
when she was underground
Fm
Original, pure, untampered, a down sister
Bb
Db
Boy, I tell you, I miss her
Verse 3
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-one, two, two, y'all,
and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
A-Com Sense Sense y'all,
and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot
Verse 4
Fm
Now periodically I would see
Bb
Ol' girl at the clubs,
Db
and at the house parties
Fm
She didn't have a body,
but she started gettin' thick quick
Bb
Did a couple of videos and
Fm
Out goes the weave, in goes the braids,
beads, medallions
Bb
Db
She was on that tip about
stoppin' the violence
Fm
About my people she was teachin' me
Bb
By not preachin' to me
In a method that was leisurely,
Db
that's how we got close
Fm
But then she broke to the West Coast,
and that was cool
Bb
Db
'Cause around the same time,
I went away to school
Fm
And I'm a man of expandin',
Bb
so why should I stand in her way?
Db
She probably get her money in LA
Fm
And she did stud, she got big pub,
but what was foul
Bb
Db
She said that the pro-black was
was goin' out of style
Fm
She said, "Afrocentricity was of the past"
Bb
Db
So she got into R&B, hip-house,
bass, and jazz
Fm
Now black music is black music
and it's all good
Bb
Db
I wasn't salty she was with
the boys in the hood
Fm
'Cause I was due for her,
she was becomin' well-rounded
Bb
Db
I I thought it was dope how she was on
that freestyle shit
Fm
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
Bb
And you could tell by how her
Verse 5
Db
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
Cm
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
A-one, two, two, y'all,
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
And to the beat Com gotta
be the sure shot
Db
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
Cm
If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust bust it, bust it I
Fm
might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
Bb
Db
Once The Man got to her,
Told her if she got an image
and a gimmick
Bb
That she could make money,
Db
and she did it like a dummy
Fm
Now I see her in commercials,
she's universal
Bb
Db
She used to only swing it with
the inner-city circle
circle
Fm
Now she be in the burbs,
lookin' rock and dressin' hippie
Bb
Db
And on some dum b shit when
she comes to the city
Fm
Talkin' about poppin' Glocks,
servin' rocks and hittin' switches
Bb
Db
Now she's a gangsta rollin'
with gangsta bitches
and gettin' drunk
Bb
Tellin' me sad stories,
Db
now she only fucks with the funk
Fm
Stressin' how hardcore and real she is
Bb
Db
She was really the realest,
before she got into showbiz
Fm
I did her, not just to say I did it
Bb
But I'm committed (girl, he's
Db
committed)
But so many niggas hit it
Fm
That she's just not the same
lettin' all these goofies do her
Bb
Db
I see niggas slammin' her
and takin' her to the sewer
Fm
But I'ma take her back,
hopin' that the shit stop
Bb
Db
'Cause who I'm talkin' about,
Verse 6
Fm
To To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes yes y'all,
and you don't stop
Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot
Cm
Fm
A-yes, yes, yes, y'all,
and you don't stop
To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop
and you don't stop
Cm
Fm
Com Sense is gonna drop, haha
Verse 7
I used to love H.E.R.
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Bb
Db
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Fm
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Bb
Uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh
uh
I used to love H.E.R.
Bb
Db
Went and fucked up all the shit, y'all
Verse 8
Fm
"You ain't got your woman in check,
man?"
Bb
Db
"I think you're overstepping
Fm
your bounds just a little bit"
Bb
Db
"I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore"
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