C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T. chords by Mac Dre
Intro 1
Em
B
Em
B
Verse 1
B
Uh
Em
I'm always late,
B
always on my way
Ain't enough hours in
Em
the day to be Dre
C
B
Cause in the bay, things move fast
Em
Stop to catch a breath, you might get past
And that's yo ass,
B
cause I'ma do it movin'
At 12 o' clock I'm sup
Em
posed to meet Rubin
B
Em
B
But I forgot, Ubin gotta wait
Em
Cause I can't be late for me court date
For goodness sake I'm like
B
what the fuck
I'm noddin' out,
Em
B
I'm sleep standin' up
Em
If I don't go sit my black ass down
B
Em
I'ma fuck around and, fall down
B
What the feezy who tryin'
to call now
Oh I forgot,
Em
I'm supposed to be at the mall now
B
I got in- sto', if they knew what
they was in fo'
24 hours in a day I need ten
Interlude 1
mo'
B
Em
B
Em
B
Em
Verse 2
B
Had to make sure it was cool baby,
the call from up top
Is it, is it cool?
Em
I'm a federal
Verse 3
hoe nigga do
shit that's unavailable
Do it cutthoatish, unnoticed,
B
untrailable
My bitch gon' make sure
the funds are available
I'm a hot commidity, big business,
Em
I'm sellable
Infuckincredible, ineditble
I'm married to the game so that
B
makes unweddable
No wedding, no romantic setting
Em
I matress on the floor, no fancy bedding
Get it straight from the gate so you know
where this thang is heading
Colder as the snow on the mountains
B
of Redding
Everythang she want to do,
I'm not letting
Work a race horse til her
hair start shedding
Em
I'm not regretting, the dirt I've done
A nigga want to wet me I'ma
B
squirt my gun
I need weed that's gon' hurt my lung
And chick with jaw that'll make
me squirt my cum
Verse 4
B
I'm sorry to hear your situation has been worsening
Oh I can't complain,
me myself personally
Tramp traffic is at all time high
F#
I'm still stuntastic like I've
B
been all my life
And how about wife,
she's been hittin' me dog
I think she's considering
gettin' me dog
She no longer cherish your marriage
cause you financially embarrassed
F#
B
Man I can take the bitch and go
get mo' chips than Harris
No day off like Farris, service is volunteer
By choice not force,
it won't be no problems here
C
B
Man withgaurd she finna do
somethin' slick
F#
If she ain't ridin' mine she gon' be
B
ridin' somebody else dick
Cause she tired of ya,
done made a lie of ya
Bb
Pass her to a pimp,
B
let me show you how I does her
I'ma get it out of her,
every penny, every dolla
F#
It's rent money,
F
B
Cm
C
yanadadaholla
Verse 5
C
You lames missed it, got
twisted like a pretzel
I'm a slick nigga cunning, gunning,
Cm
running from the metro
C
I get so quick do it movin'
bitch I'm federal
Respect it, connected get
B
C
the stuff from the esa Pedro
I'm a pimp you, but you would
B
C
Cm
n't know I dress retro
C
Breathe life in a hoe lung,
get her sprung she can't let go
Should've bet mo',
Cm
C
scary nigga I'm winner
Eat a nigga for dinner,
Cm
game strong as paint thinner
If I can't sinner, than pimpin',
C
I don't need her
All I need is one mic, my money,
Cm
and my heater
I steal clientele, short stop like Derek Jeter
C
Cm
C#
I'm ill for my mail will hop
Cm
out the two- seater
C
My mouth is too heated,
I'm outlawed in a few states
I come through in somethin' ooh,
cleaner than you with new plates
Cm
C
y'all niggaz is fruit cakes,
Cm
C
same sex marriages
Cm
I'm cutthoat with
C#
cutthettes, strapped with daringers
Verse 6
B
F#m
B
Yep, you right, nigga how you know
C#m
Man pimpin' had to let that bitch go
B
She a dyme, tryin' to steal my shine
F
B
Told that bitch take a number,
C#
C#m
get yo ass back in line
B
F
You wastin' my muthafuckin' time
B
I'm the biggest thang since
C#
C#m
Sprite put lemon with lime
B
Have you lost yo muthafuckin' mind
C#m
You must don't know,
C#
B
B
bitch I'm the kind
Verse 7
(Man it's cold)
B
It's cold as the Swiss Alps
People get on me,
than homie I switch routes
Mac Dre stay cussin' a bitch
B
out
Quarterbackin', like Dan
Thoutes or Tim Crouch
I'm stuntin',
B
watchin' my scritch scrotch
Pourin' some Cris,
potna I'm pimped out
I'm colder than a blizzard in Alaska
Or Mt. Shasta, In a mask a blast ya
My car faster, I strike past ya
F
12 Volt posi, cam and flowmasters
Keep it to yo'self potna, who asked ya
I teach the game, a preach but no pastor
B
I'm cold
C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T.
Mac Dre
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