Texty:
B G Silent B G

garden My goldfairies dream...in the garden All tunes starve to grey ...in the garden of s-l-u-m-b-e-r Auf goldgetränktem Boden Wo Menschen Gö

you mad at me? Take yo' ass to Buddha Monk's academy Get a crash-test course, nothin' new for the G-O-D You so silent, so silent then don't do it For

-B-C You and me A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S T-U-V W-X Y and Z Oh how happy I will be once I teach you the kinky A-B-C A-B-C You and me A-B-C

go, I'm takin' all these punks with me Pass me a clip G, now come and get me You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent Givin' them a reason, a reason

the shit mane late at night i still moan from pimp c to c murder been a real person i feel for em from tupac to B.I.G. soldier slim R.I.P. say coop

what'cha get THINK I ain't bout nothin', You done been showed, brains blowed, You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes Say what's up to Satan, B.G

like that....... Guitar break at 3:05 G#m/g# g#m/d# g#m/b g#m/a# g#m E -------------------------------------------------------6----------------------------- B -------------------------------------7--9--7--9----------9--7---------9-------------- G

, I know I ain't never told you this before But, uh, I was just trying to get my hustle on But you know what? I just need you to be there for me B'cuz

I guess he wasn't hearin' me I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me Cause he ain't remain silent