Chords for Maxine
Tempo:
89.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
C#
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
You got your hands on Mooney's shit?
Tell you what, we gon' get high.
I don't give a fuck about them.
He a bird anyway.
Maybe he taking his package.
He a snitch too.
Hey yo, in Pimps out there was money missing.
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffing blow in the kitchen.
Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her.
Kids that she never seen shipped to the Florida.
Maxine, dark skinned, bald headed bitch mean.
Pimps right hand, together they're the coldest fiend.
Aw shit, guess who arrived at the door?
It's Mooney the supplier, and Snoop in the door.
Bitch open the door.
Maxine he gon' kill me.
Chill, I got a friend cop.
Girls you all know his beef.
Three long kicks, the hinges flew off.
Kids screaming, their heavy face slapped blue.
Maxine head off, it's on in the crib.
You wrong for what you did, you gon' pay Pimps.
Fuck that boo, kiss your kids.
Y'all get the fuck in the room.
Fuck you, you ain't no real daddy.
Next time you see my caddy, don't fucking flag me.
This [C#] is where he fucks up at, [F] baby's moving.
Maxine's in the kitchen crying.
Grits is boiling on the side.
She had a couple of lies, somebody gotta die.
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up.
Smoked up my packages.
Y'all had Mackie shit and Pappy shit.
Word to Aunt May, I want mine.
Pulled out the nine, get in the tub.
He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out.
He stink, Pim, bought him back a penny on good times.
Back him the dollar bill, he sniff like six lines.
He put his dad down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib was Maxine.
Pied holder down with the grits.
Pim sucking his dick.
Maxine outgrained him, screaming, slipping in piss.
He ran in the C's room, grits down, crying.
I ate with his balls out.
He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album.
Mooney get that nigga.
Pim yelling, rip that nigga.
Mooney went and got the die out the kitchen.
James jumped on Mooney, poked him with his screwdriver.
Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider.
This is Pim jerking mother house.
These same shit going down her brother house.
You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet.
He only had 200 hours worth of shit.
And the kids tore his ass up.
The C's had to huddle up, FSI form.
The funny shit went bow-legged, Kiki hopped on [Cm] him.
Jumped on him, pigeon-toed, Mooney pour a die on him.
You should have seen his [F] motherfucking face, crying, half dying.
They stuck a fork through his nuts.
The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up.
Quick, pick the window up.
Mooney overheard, right before they threw him out, the nigga said, words?
On the count of three, he landed right in front of the first floor.
The balcony, blood, brains, and splatter.
He's dead.
And the cops never came.
That's state for you.
Oh, oh, oh, and together now.
We're getting fresh, getting right for the weather now.
And if we fall in the game, no that's never now.
Come to my project and we're airing you out.
[G] [F]
Tell you what, we gon' get high.
I don't give a fuck about them.
He a bird anyway.
Maybe he taking his package.
He a snitch too.
Hey yo, in Pimps out there was money missing.
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffing blow in the kitchen.
Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her.
Kids that she never seen shipped to the Florida.
Maxine, dark skinned, bald headed bitch mean.
Pimps right hand, together they're the coldest fiend.
Aw shit, guess who arrived at the door?
It's Mooney the supplier, and Snoop in the door.
Bitch open the door.
Maxine he gon' kill me.
Chill, I got a friend cop.
Girls you all know his beef.
Three long kicks, the hinges flew off.
Kids screaming, their heavy face slapped blue.
Maxine head off, it's on in the crib.
You wrong for what you did, you gon' pay Pimps.
Fuck that boo, kiss your kids.
Y'all get the fuck in the room.
Fuck you, you ain't no real daddy.
Next time you see my caddy, don't fucking flag me.
This [C#] is where he fucks up at, [F] baby's moving.
Maxine's in the kitchen crying.
Grits is boiling on the side.
She had a couple of lies, somebody gotta die.
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up.
Smoked up my packages.
Y'all had Mackie shit and Pappy shit.
Word to Aunt May, I want mine.
Pulled out the nine, get in the tub.
He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out.
He stink, Pim, bought him back a penny on good times.
Back him the dollar bill, he sniff like six lines.
He put his dad down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib was Maxine.
Pied holder down with the grits.
Pim sucking his dick.
Maxine outgrained him, screaming, slipping in piss.
He ran in the C's room, grits down, crying.
I ate with his balls out.
He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album.
Mooney get that nigga.
Pim yelling, rip that nigga.
Mooney went and got the die out the kitchen.
James jumped on Mooney, poked him with his screwdriver.
Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider.
This is Pim jerking mother house.
These same shit going down her brother house.
You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet.
He only had 200 hours worth of shit.
And the kids tore his ass up.
The C's had to huddle up, FSI form.
The funny shit went bow-legged, Kiki hopped on [Cm] him.
Jumped on him, pigeon-toed, Mooney pour a die on him.
You should have seen his [F] motherfucking face, crying, half dying.
They stuck a fork through his nuts.
The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up.
Quick, pick the window up.
Mooney overheard, right before they threw him out, the nigga said, words?
On the count of three, he landed right in front of the first floor.
The balcony, blood, brains, and splatter.
He's dead.
And the cops never came.
That's state for you.
Oh, oh, oh, and together now.
We're getting fresh, getting right for the weather now.
And if we fall in the game, no that's never now.
Come to my project and we're airing you out.
[G] [F]
Key:
F
C#
Cm
G
F
C#
Cm
G
You got your hands on Mooney's shit?
Tell you what, we gon' get high.
_ _ I don't give a fuck about them. _
_ He a bird anyway. _ _
Maybe he taking his package.
_ He a snitch too.
Hey yo, in Pimps out there was money missing.
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffing blow in the kitchen.
Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her.
Kids that she never seen shipped to the Florida.
Maxine, dark skinned, bald headed bitch mean.
Pimps right hand, together they're the coldest fiend.
Aw shit, guess who arrived at the door?
It's Mooney the supplier, and Snoop in the door.
Bitch open the door.
Maxine he gon' kill me.
Chill, I got a friend cop.
Girls you all know his beef.
Three long kicks, the hinges flew off.
Kids screaming, their heavy face slapped blue.
Maxine head off, it's on in the crib.
You wrong for what you did, you gon' pay Pimps.
Fuck that boo, kiss your kids.
Y'all get the fuck in the room.
Fuck you, you ain't no real daddy.
Next time you see my caddy, don't fucking flag me.
This [C#] is where he fucks up at, [F] baby's moving.
Maxine's in the kitchen crying.
Grits is boiling on the side.
She had a couple of lies, somebody gotta die.
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up.
Smoked up my packages.
Y'all had Mackie shit and Pappy shit.
Word to Aunt May, I want mine.
Pulled out the nine, get in the tub.
He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out.
He stink, Pim, bought him back a penny on good times.
Back him the dollar bill, he sniff like six lines.
He put his dad down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib was Maxine.
Pied holder down with the grits.
Pim sucking his dick.
Maxine outgrained him, screaming, slipping in piss.
He ran in the C's room, grits down, crying.
I ate with his balls out.
He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album.
Mooney get that nigga.
Pim yelling, rip that nigga.
Mooney went and got the die out the kitchen.
James jumped on Mooney, poked him with his screwdriver.
Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider.
This is Pim jerking mother house.
These same shit going down her brother house.
You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet.
He only had 200 hours worth of shit.
And the kids tore his ass up.
The C's had to huddle up, FSI form.
The funny shit went bow-legged, Kiki hopped on [Cm] him.
Jumped on him, pigeon-toed, Mooney pour a die on him.
You should have seen his [F] motherfucking face, crying, half dying.
They stuck a fork through his nuts.
The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up.
Quick, pick the window up.
Mooney overheard, right before they threw him out, the nigga said, words?
On the count of three, he landed right in front of the first floor.
The balcony, blood, brains, and splatter.
_ He's dead. _ _
And the cops never came.
That's state for you. _
_ _ _ _ Oh, oh, oh, and together now.
We're getting fresh, getting right for the weather now.
And if we fall in the game, no that's never now.
Come to my project and we're airing you out. _ _ _ _
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Tell you what, we gon' get high.
_ _ I don't give a fuck about them. _
_ He a bird anyway. _ _
Maybe he taking his package.
_ He a snitch too.
Hey yo, in Pimps out there was money missing.
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffing blow in the kitchen.
Her kids never ate, BCW's involved with her.
Kids that she never seen shipped to the Florida.
Maxine, dark skinned, bald headed bitch mean.
Pimps right hand, together they're the coldest fiend.
Aw shit, guess who arrived at the door?
It's Mooney the supplier, and Snoop in the door.
Bitch open the door.
Maxine he gon' kill me.
Chill, I got a friend cop.
Girls you all know his beef.
Three long kicks, the hinges flew off.
Kids screaming, their heavy face slapped blue.
Maxine head off, it's on in the crib.
You wrong for what you did, you gon' pay Pimps.
Fuck that boo, kiss your kids.
Y'all get the fuck in the room.
Fuck you, you ain't no real daddy.
Next time you see my caddy, don't fucking flag me.
This [C#] is where he fucks up at, [F] baby's moving.
Maxine's in the kitchen crying.
Grits is boiling on the side.
She had a couple of lies, somebody gotta die.
Uh huh, y'all bitches fucked up.
Smoked up my packages.
Y'all had Mackie shit and Pappy shit.
Word to Aunt May, I want mine.
Pulled out the nine, get in the tub.
He seen the hot iron, pulled the plug out.
He stink, Pim, bought him back a penny on good times.
Back him the dollar bill, he sniff like six lines.
He put his dad down, why he do that?
Creeping through the crib was Maxine.
Pied holder down with the grits.
Pim sucking his dick.
Maxine outgrained him, screaming, slipping in piss.
He ran in the C's room, grits down, crying.
I ate with his balls out.
He stepped on Clarence, Biggie Smalls album.
Mooney get that nigga.
Pim yelling, rip that nigga.
Mooney went and got the die out the kitchen.
James jumped on Mooney, poked him with his screwdriver.
Broke the TV, niggas watching Knight Rider.
This is Pim jerking mother house.
These same shit going down her brother house.
You know Mooney's only a buck-o-five wet.
He only had 200 hours worth of shit.
And the kids tore his ass up.
The C's had to huddle up, FSI form.
The funny shit went bow-legged, Kiki hopped on [Cm] him.
Jumped on him, pigeon-toed, Mooney pour a die on him.
You should have seen his [F] motherfucking face, crying, half dying.
They stuck a fork through his nuts.
The little girl was happy, she picked her brother up.
Quick, pick the window up.
Mooney overheard, right before they threw him out, the nigga said, words?
On the count of three, he landed right in front of the first floor.
The balcony, blood, brains, and splatter.
_ He's dead. _ _
And the cops never came.
That's state for you. _
_ _ _ _ Oh, oh, oh, and together now.
We're getting fresh, getting right for the weather now.
And if we fall in the game, no that's never now.
Come to my project and we're airing you out. _ _ _ _
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