Mr. Potato Head (The Game) chords by Young buck
Verse 1
Em
C
G -Unit is your modern day
Am
N .W .A.
Em
You know what saying?
Am
You got a group of niggas.
C
You got
Am
Yayo.
Em
You know what saying?
He home now.
You got
Banks.
Am
C
He mixtape artist of the year.
Em
He killing everything out there.
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south.
You know what I'm saying?
C
He lyrical.
Em
Like, this nigga's amazing.
This nigga
Young
Buck, niggas.
They say
C
Bm
God bless the child that can hold his own
Em
And he who is lawyer always live long
A real hood nigga gets
C
Em
money and give back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
C
I put packs in the hands of the dope man
Em
Put gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell you
C
Em
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name
On
Pop and them thangs
Am
C
June is your modern day
Am
NWA
C
You know what I'm saying?
Am
You got a group of niggas
C
You got
Em
Yayo, you know what
saying, he home now
You got
Am
C
Banks, he mixtape artist of the year
Em
He killing everything out there
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south
C
You know what I'm saying, he lyrical
Em
Like this nigga's amazing, this nigga
Young
Buck, nigga
They say
C
Bm
God bless the child that can hold his own
Em
And he who is loyal always live long
Am
A real hood nigga gets
C
Em
money and give back
So when I got money, bitch, I did just that
C
I put packs in the hands of the dope mans
Put
Em
Gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell ya,
C
Em
I didn't even really know gang
When I said his name,
on pop and them thangs
Yeah I got them all blue,
C
Em
that's how I do
Tomorrow it's all red,
C
the bloods love me too
Em
Am
I'm true, and every nigga
C
Em
around me know it
But you, only hard when
you around your boys
C
I knew when 50 gave
you your first watch
Em
Broke you your first verse,
broke you your first drop
We ain't really need ya,
Am
C
homie you know
I'ma see ya
Em
Don't never bite the hand that feed ya
You bitch nigga
Am
C
Man I knew you got 50
Em
This nigga killed the whole
C
record label by they self
Am
C
And the first time in rap history
that some shit been done like that
Em
This nigga did it
Niggas in my hood can't
C
believe this shit man
They see me they be like
God,
God,
God
They wonder why I say
I keep the crystal cold
Em
Nigga it's not a game dude
No
F's
Bm
C
B's, go ahead and let the war start
Em
Do what you do best,
C
have a change of heart
Am
You a man with breasts,
C
Em
similar to a broad
You're disrespected to waste
when they find out who you are
Do your thug thing
C
Spit your 300 bars
Em
But me and
Banks
Garage makes up 300 cars
C
You're not a soldier, homeboy
You come from a strip club
Em
Your name was
Doja
I can show you the picture's blood
Am
The game is over, nigga,
C
Em
change your clothes
Look at you, you're acting
C
like them video hoes
Am
And I was on the phone when
C
Em
Spider -Lo called you
Your punk ass said you
ain't want no problems
Tried to dismiss
C
Bleak, throw lines at
Em
Jake
Had that ass apologize the very next day
Am
C
Em
Damn right, gon' play my shit
I wonder what
Trey gon' say about this
Game over
Am
C
Em
This shit crazy
C
Ayo, listen to this nigga, man
This shit be working out perfect,
you know what I'm saying?
From
Em
Compton,
New
York to motherfuckin'
Nashville, yeah
C
I don't think the 50 had it,
you know what I'm saying?
Em
C
That he planned it that way, to
have a nigga from the
East
In
Banks and
Yale, have a nigga from the
South
In
Em
Bar ton, and you have a nigga from the
West
C
Am
C
Now I done seen that tough talk an
Em
d squirrel to violence
And that's why for so long,
C
I done held my silence
Am
But I'm from
C
Em
ECG unit, I bangs the gang
And it's needless to say that
I slangs them thangs
Am
I got love for the
C
Em
West and I'm ashamed to game
And not because his album
C
was full of famous names
See I'm everything he wishin' he was
Em
But he's nothin' like me
Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does
It be all about publicity buzz
C
Em
Cause when they meet in the club
Am
It be all about the kisses and hugs
He threaten yuck my
C
Uncle
Loke
You ain't touch him one
Em
time when you seen him
And
Joe
Buttons was only punchline
I'm here with
Gang
C
Bang, known for heating up gas
Em
That's that, not on the stage, beating up rats
Em
I don't hate him,
Am
C
Em
it's just hard to understand a nigga
Supposed to represent the riders,
but he ran from
C
Em
C
Jitty
Em
C
Am
Em
C
Am
C
Em
The shit is just a dream come true man
I never take shots at legends
Let's just tell them I don't do it
C
I don't do it
Mr. Potato Head (The Game)
Young Buck
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