Acordes de The Wildside
Scram Jones
Scram Jones

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Tonalidad: C major
Verse 1
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Take a walk on the wild side,
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Scramjohn's, I've been for you,
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I've waiting all my life,
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Beautiful. My pop worked for Pepsi,
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couldn't drink Coca -Cola,
Took tabs and I don't mean that other cola,
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Soda, mean the shit
that made me flip
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more than a Motorola,
After seven hours wishing
I was only sober,
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Now I stick to liquor,
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something like a social smoker,
Spin it, then I spin it,
you can call me Tony Toker,
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Ever since my sister pushed
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me in the Brooklyn stroller,
I've been mobile,
I can sprint it without minutes rolling over,
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It was the beginning
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when I thought the road was over
Got my hunger back,
ribs is touchin' Tony Romer's
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Sun up on my lap,
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chips almost broke my shoulder
Monkey on my back,
gorillas on a rollercoaster
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Went through war for years,
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turned me to a colder soldier
When they tell me that it's time to rock,
I go and throw a boulder
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Roll him over, jump behind the wheel,
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rockin' on promoter
Show my motor, gotta drive,
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so I'm sent home to chauffeur
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Before this did you really
know what life was?
Before this did you really
know what life was?
Before this did you really
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know what life was?
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I grab the mic, steal the wheel,
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but I ain't snatch a bike
Glad it's night, stay down to earth,
but I'm on satellite
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I'm up half the night with jet lag,
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but I don't have no flight
Still on the roof, my eyes is luggage,
cramped tonight
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Daytime drunk, I had a spike,
a can of Sprite
But all my hazelites, Jay -Z boys,
this can't be light
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Left hand in my state, yo,
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this can't be right
Tell a hater, go fuck yourself,
I'm Aphrodite
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Got dreams of paradise,
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bunnies up on tandem bikes
Eighty degrees Fahrenheit,
nothing but green traffic lights
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Instead, they trying to grab a slice
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Sacrifice in an afterlife come back
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to life as rats and mice
too much bad advice
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I guess they say that's the price
when you're trying to just do it
But really got no cash for nikes
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make you want to slap a rapper
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twice with a bag of rice
New York appetite
I'm earning every last yen
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Before this did you really know
what life was before this did you really know
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what life was before this did you really know?
I was I
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Used to rock on the task
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and my four -track beats
now rock with a rap man.
It's all back streets
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I'm a rock like the gas man,
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all black fleece
Hittin' spots like a Pac -Man,
no more backseat
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I hold that heat like Mozambique,
I'm no antique
But why's it any more back deep?
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I blow fire on the throwback beat
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No drive, I push my own black Jeep
to my show last week
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You know I don't sleep,
I'm a midnight marauder
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Tryin' to get life in order,
had a fistfight with a lawyer
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Had no choice,
lookin' for a rich wife or baller
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So all I do is kickin' a chick
six -five or taller
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Sit by the games with
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a big pint of water
She's so big of mine,
she ain't a dime, she a quarter
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Told me that she like
I'm a New Yorker,
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but doesn't like I'm shorter
Left me, jumped on a flight to Florida
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Holly came from Miami, FLA
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Hitchhiked her way across the USA
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But she never lost her head
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Even when she was giv ing head
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She says, hey, babe,
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take a walk on the wild side.
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Said, hey, babe,
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take a walk on the wild side.
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Do -do, do -do, do -do, do -do, do -do,
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do -do, do -do, do -do, -do, do
Outro 1
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