Chords for ScHoolboy Q - Black THougHts (Pt. 3)

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_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
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_ Hey, _ I won't have that crap in my courtroom.
Thank you, your honor. _ _ _
As I was saying, this is a picture of the vehicle, _ the green 1995 Toyota Camry, _ running
a red light at the corner of Vernon and Vermont.
This picture was taken four minutes after the crime was reported _ and three blocks from
the pawn shop.
And they found the car, _ _ 1995 _ Toyota _ Green Camry, _ _ _ outside these gentlemen's house. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Mr.
Gray, _ _ you had said when you rushed out of the shop, you saw a car speeding down the street. _ _
_ Would you tell the jury to make a model of that car? _
_ _ _ _ It was a green _ 1995 Camry.
_ Thank you. _ _
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_ Okay, Mr.
Tony, _ _ I don't know what you're trying to achieve by staying silent, but someone's
going to wait for this thing.
_ _ Your friend has two prior convictions, _ and he's going to see some real time. _
_ _ But if you talk, _ _ you're looking at 16 with half.
_ But if you want to be a tough guy, _ _ _ you're looking at eight years.
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16 with half, I mean, _ [E] it's not a bad deal.
Yeah.
_ _ Don't you have a daughter? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] Take care of T.
_ [B] _ _ _ I'm coming home.
All right.
_ _ It's a regular man.
You know _ _ what _ _ I _ _ mean?
_ [Bbm] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ Sipping on e-hammer [Em] right here.
You know what I mean?
_ _ _ [Bb] _
What?
_ [B] _ _ _ Oh. _
_ _ Pissy sofas, a chair full of roaches.
_ _ _ Oh, _
[E] _ _ _ _ gangster [Bbm] crip, my papa was a bitch.
[B] _ _ Left me with hoaxes.
Don't exist.
_ [E] _ And [Bb] every neighbor got a fence.
_ [B] Balls on windows, my mom slaving for the rent.
_ _ Throwing dices.
Gigi Dino groove.
Where you be?
You _ slip, [E] you stiff it.
Creative crip.
[B] _ _ _
_ Oh.
_ _ [B] You stop in traffic.
[E] This the type of shit that make the Mac a classic.
Losing [B] a pussy magnet, she learned to carry package.
I've been the best at practice. _
Oh.
_ My, this Vegas.
Your favorite [E] rapper broke.
You don't get this [Em] paper.
Claiming got a kilo.
They born [B] in 93 though.
They trying to pull a peep. _ _ _ _ _ _
The joke's on [C] you, motherfucker.
[Db] The locust's on you, [Bm] motherfucker.
I warned ya.
It's karma.
[B] Black dogs and marijuana.
_ [G] It's karma.
Black dogs and [Gb] marijuana.
_ It's [G] karma.
Black [G] dogs and [B] marijuana.
It's karma.
Ain't [B] nothing changed but the change.
Split our brains away from gangs.
_ Crypto bluffs to all the new [Bm] slaves.
_ _ Shit, we even changed our names.
Turn this up a little, shame while [G] we bang.
But [E] yo, y'all ain't hearing me.
_ [G] My homie face a [D] light.
[B] Told me that my pride my biggest enemy, but.
_ [E] You keep your [Bb] eyes in that dark.
Your [B] mind may grace a heart.
I wrote these rhymes days apart.
_ _ Most of us caught before we can spend our thoughts.
_ How your grandmother see your [E] corpse.
How your big homie make [Em] your life on board.
Left you for dead cause he [B] ain't lead you right.
But I'm gon' create him right.
_ [Em] _ Let's put the [Bb] rags down and raise our kids.
[B] Let's put the guns down and blaze a split.
Let's do it now, man, no buts or ifs.
It took a blood to get me Pringle chips.
You can learn to fly or take a [E] ladder.
Little nigga [Em] shit.
All lives matter, both [B] sides. _ _ _ _ _
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The [Dm] joke's on you, [B] motherfucker.
The locust's on you, [Bm] motherfucker.
I warned ya.
It's karma.
Black thoughts and marijuana.
[D] It's karma.
Black [Db] thoughts and marijuana.
[Bbm] It's karma.
[G] Black thoughts and [B] marijuana.
It's karma.
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[Dm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ We might die for this shit, nigga.
[Dm] _ Uh. _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ We might. _ _
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Gang, gang, bangin' that [A] drip shit.
We might die for this shit, nigga. _ _ _ _