Key: D major
Verse 1
G
D
C#
Roc- A- Fella. y'all
And report to the dance
C#
C
floor immediately
Gm
D
All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds
G
D
in here
Five seconds is up - let's go!
Verse 2
D
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Niggas)
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Hoes!)
Gm
D
Throw the hands up (Boasters)
G
D
You know how Mac come through on the club tip
Verse 3
Gm
on that thug shit
Gm
G
Cop frisks suits snub in
D
Gm
the club quick
G
D
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
G
D
If you want, you can die, if you want to
Gm
G
We hittin whores on the floor,
whole crew be wild
Gm
G
Bitch back that ass up like
Juvenile (huh)
a dime apiece
Gm
G
You know Mac come through
with a line of freaks
Gm
G
Every bitch on the hip be a 9 at least
while you grindin freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
D
Gm
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Told y'all niggas four- fifth in the club
D
G
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P
Gm
G
Niggas be all liquored up, talkin shit
'Til they man gotta come
and pick 'em up
to "Jigga What"
You got your hands up and I ain't even
Gm
G
stick y'all up
Verse 4
Gm
Verse 5
G
D
G
1 AM DJ made it erupt
(uh- huh)
2 AM now I'm gettin with
3 AM now I'm splittin with her
house (waffle house)
D
G
6: 15 I be kickin her out
(what?)
(uh- huh)
12AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon',
we gon' do it again
(We gon' do it again)
Verse 6
MC's on our heel?
When we just cop them things
homie the chromey wheels
Gm
G
Any given times a
hundred G's in your grill
Gm
G
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
but he's not real"
Gm
G
Gm
Jay- Z's that deal, with Beans and Amil
squeeze that steel
D
G
Fuck, you gotta a flow
Gm
G
You got a little dough that
cool with me
Gm
G
D
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all motherfuckers
could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
Gm
G
Bout as blue as the sea the way
on, who but me?
Gm
G
Niggas shipped two million,
'fore I went on tour
G
Gm
Fuck the flow, y'all jackin our slang
Gm
D
Three cuts in your eyebrows
tryin to wild out
Gm
D
The game is ours,
G
Gm
we'll never foul out
Y'all just better hope we
gracefully bow out
bitches, bustas
Hustlers - FUCK THAT
Gm
G
(throw the hands up)
Verse 7
Gm
D
G
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I'm checkin the
Gm
G
mix (ah yeah)
Gm
D
4 AM exit the club
G
(let's go)
Gm
D
5 AM think he gettin some butt
6 AM nigga still ain't bust
(what?)
D
Gm
6: 15 nigga will get up (uh)
12 AM I'mma do it again, uh, uh
12 AM I'mma do it again
Verse 8
1 AM DJ made it a rub
D
Gm
2 AM now I'm gettin with her
3 AM now I'm splittin with her
Gm
D
Gm
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be diggin her out
6: 15 I be kickin her out
D
Gm
7 AM I'mma call my friends
12 AM we gon' do it again
We gon', we gon',
we gon' do it again
Outro 1
Let's go
D
Gm
Gm
Dm
Dm
Gm
Gm
How did you like the song?
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG D C# C Gm...
Popular chords globally
Most played chords & tabs across all users
Recently added
Recently added chords & tabs
