Chords for The Dayton Family - Im A Gee

_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] 1994.
[Eb] Yo, what's up, I.D.?
[C] What's up, baby?
[Eb] Jay Flank and his bitch, Av, nigga.
[Ab] Bumpin' to [Eb] that bedrock, knock knock.
[Cm] Ain't nothin', shush.
Yeah, still a [Ab] date.
[Eb] Doin' that shit all over again.
[G] _ R.U.G.
Listen up to [F] this shit.
This for the gang.
Who [Ab] let the grandpas on that level to flow that ass like foil?
I ain't no joke, I split hoes' throats and watch blood run like oil.
So can you handle what I just let go of every fuckin' limb?
You shakin' and fakin', I break it up down like violence against the brims.
Don't feel no right till you been captured by this mastermind.
So take a look, bitch, there's a truck creepin' up from behind.
I'm IRA, I make on paper, steppin' on my toes.
A.K.A. Brutelay, bitch, I'm spreakin' my food for all you hoes.
So meet the shaker, [Cm] it's that nigga you servin' me, I doubt it.
[Ab] This is a joke, [Cm] so bitch, die with your shit or live [Fm] without it.
Period, no comma, [Cm] say the drama for your mama, ho.
[Ab] I kick up dust in caps, get bust [Ab] when I whip that .44.
You got me [Cm] sinkin', drinkin', thinkin' about that major snap.
[Ab] My alcohol count of [Cm] a kill is knockin' bitches off [Fm] the map.
Think you can walk [Cm] it, dig in your pocket and lay that money down.
[Ab] You talkin' shit, but suckin' my dick each time I come around.
It ain't no thang, [Eb] my nigga sprained and put me on a scoop.
[Ab] Gettin' out of these sluts, but suckin' these nuts up like some [C] camel soup.
That's how life goes, so fuck them hoes, quit havin' suckers' troupe.
[Ab] I thought you knew I'm IRA, thinkin' all them [Fm] bitches floops.
Bitches ain't shit, [Cm] but hoes and tricks, I thought Snoop let you know.
[Ab] I fuckin' see, [Cm] cause I'm a G, pissin' on [Fm] all these hoes.
Break up my [Cm] papa, fuck a cop, I let the magnum go.
[Ab] Creepin' through hood slang, get my gist of both the rich and the ho.
Back in my loop, still hittin' oot and keepin' hoes froze.
Got 36 and broke my bricks and sold it all in o's.
Got 50 G's and now I'm headed to another state.
Be natural life if I get caught, but I'm still boom and wake.
From 92 to 94, back to 93.
Motherfuckin' bitch, I want a G, I'm a [F] motherfuckin' [Fm] G.
I'm a _ _ [F] _ _ [Eb] _ _
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ motherfuckin' gangster, I'm a [F] motherfuckin' [Fm] G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster, I'm a motherfuckin' G. _ _
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[Ab] Here comes some dope shit to put your face in the [C] graveyard.
I'ma cite hoes, the title for hoes that behave.
Lord, I'm the [Ab] G's of all G's, man.
I'm takin' my stand, man.
Hollin' in my trunk, chump, and I hit you with that right.
[C] Pump is the [Ab] mister, mister shoestring, that's kickin' down the dope.
Back in 44, smokin' in, don't look in for yo-yo.
You claim you're on your tippy toes, hoes, give me all your o's.
That's the way it goes when you front in your feeler clothes.
Bump yourself to [Cm] bitches, punk is just a number.
The [Ab] next nigga in line to get jazzed, took [Fm] a under.
Better watch your [Cm] straight, Joe, cause I'll take your A4.
I [Ab] creeped in and creeped out, didn't leave a choice, bro.
Pimpin' bitches and snitches, cause that's how a nigga's raised.
Back in the poppin' glocks, like back in the old days.
More deli than Hitler, bitch.
Crazy with the mastermind.
[Abm] Play like a [Ab] motherfucker, but bitch, I don't flash mine.
So fuck what you heard, get em up and get em up fast.
Nigga, you're back in two, two back in four.
Four shoestrings are bigger, nigga.
Better check yourself cause you wreck yourself, homie, and that's for real.
Steady chasing Jason Smith and Weston, that's my four-course deal.
Yo, diddly-diddy-killer, [Cm] shoestring pity on that deuce again.
[Ab] I'm running him down, gunning him down with [Fm] a mac, man.
You want the gold, then we [Cm] can D.O. Holt and 94.
[Ab] Cause I'm a pro, never thinkin' slow, standin' toe to toe.
Can you get with this and hit this like you say you can?
You got a problem?
You bitches just don't understand.
That I get wicked from the F to the L to the I and G.
Better know that shoestring a killer.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
[Bb] I'm a [Fm] motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
I'm a motherfuckin' G.
I'm a motherfuckin' gangster.
[Bb] I'll [F] be rollin', thicker than [C] a fat knot.
Give me what you got or get shot with a plastic lock.
Niggas what [Ab] you thought, Mr.
Dope Man soft enough.
Fuckin' [Abm] with a killer blood, Claude, [Ab] you'll be coughin' up.
Layin' on your back with your sack and your girl too.
They never knew, now what the fuck you wanna do?
I didn't think so.
Hope is in my trunk, I got my sword off.
Quiet punk, 12 games, blowin' niggas' balls off.
Endo-sex and masculines, gotta chase the flake with mine gone.
Hoodie on my head, cuz it's real dog, that's not whack and chrome.
Ain't no Evo C, no Evo V, and I done got away.
Lockin' em [Abm] up, rockin' em up, low-key at my