Back In The Zone chords by J.R. Writer
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Am
Em
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies
Shit, I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
It's me again,
Am
Em
the evil and the ether and
Fever, phlegm, cold, whoa
Bring back the beat again
Use the street, pretend
Am
Em
This'll make your season spin
Am
Em
And turn you to an other faggot
Am
Em
running like Lieberman
You crazy not to listen
Am
Em
I'm just sick and I can fix ya
Block or fix em, let em know
I roll with a block of henchmen
Am
I'm livin', watch this, listen
Em
Pendant, got so much rice in it
Am
Em
I can feed a flock of pigeons
To the streets, I'm faded
Leapin' angles, beat your maids,
you chumps
Thunk, dunk, punks, doggy,
you'll need some steak
Am
When it's eagle laid, you heat your face
Em
Am
Em
You rich, then you'll die with your chips
In a box like a legal cable
I ain't a hater, soldier
But some of these players know her
These rappers overrated
and need to be rated over
They the epitome,
Am
I'm here to make history
Em
Show these lames how to aim
Am
and put this game out of its misery
Em
I'ma definitely sold it, and
already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, hoes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, hoes, shit,
I'm past all these clones
To whoever think it's better
to go back in it's own
I give the roar and pour the door
distorted for the Porsches
Drop whips, got chips
that make the horses horses
We're getting more than nauseous,
it's what I rock on
This ain't Polo gorgeous,
this Polo Georgeous
Am
Em
But I wear plush, yeah slut, rear ups
Chip, I'm a pimp,
you should brush damn my airbrush
Am
Em
Flair tuck, yeah duck,
Am
Em
I ain't gotta stare much
Am
Em
Snap my fingers, black it,
Am
and I'll leave you in your pig chucks
Em
Pear slapped a man,
crack his damn spinal cord
Wired jaw, black sedan,
sittin' out of Pakistan
Am
Em
For this pack of ten, ax a man, coward
This fiend's a rush hours,
and I ain't talkin' Jackie Chan
Am
That's coke dope, old spoke,
Em
no joke
Coakley's overseas,
Am
Em
sittin' in a rowboat
Am
Em
Across both coasts, east, west, post smoke
So what, we'll be waitin' for your fix
when you go broke
Am
Em
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Am
Em
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies, shit
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
J .R.'s back in his zone
I'ma definitely sold it,
and already I know it
Am
Em
Bring em, get em, I'ma shred em,
I'm so ready and focused
That's just half of it, homies, shit
I'm past all these clones
Tell whoever think it's better,
Am
J .R.'s back in his zone
Am
Em
Am
Am
I'll
Back In The Zone
J.R. Writer
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