Piece of Junk Car chords by KJ‐52

SimplifiedG · C · F · Eb

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Verse 1
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Your
car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Now the first car I used to ride,
a VW Bug from 1975
No stereo any time I drive,
just a big ol' hole, my speakers fried
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And the doorknob's
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broke and I wanna cry,
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cause the car blow smoke
just all the time
And it's hot, you know,
cause my air inside it won't work
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no matter how hard I try
So I'll drive it to school in
the dark and hide
So nobody knows that that car was mine
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And just one week, well, the car just died
And I left it on the roadside,
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and this is why they sayin'
car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Now my second car,
man, you couldn't miss it
A green hatchback, a Honda Civic
It's about as big as a cornbread biscuit
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And when it crack, it'll at least take ten
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Now I  got hit
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F 
and now the car's jenning
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F 
in the side door
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Nah, you can't get in it
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And the car overheats every two minutes
And it goes so slow,
won't do the speed limit
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Now six people in the car getting down
I turn left, I'm off the drag's ground
Like, that was a sound
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And everybody on the street
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G 
turns around and says
Your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Your body's a piece of junk,
your toes a piece of junk
Ooh, your body's a piece of junk,
your toes a piece of junk
Now, y 'all think I'm a silly man
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G 
Since I'm the first rapper,
I'm in a minivan
And it might be hard for you to understand
But don't hate just cause
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I be sittin' on ten
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When I come through down
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your block
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Heads turn when I pull
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up in the parking lot
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And I let my five inch speakers
bump the spot
And then I turn them up high
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and let the bass drop like
Yo, what's up,
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what's up, check the minivan
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Yo, crank that
You don't keep it, uh, yeah,
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G 
got me feeling it
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Well, soccer moms think the car is hot
But whether I got a little or a lot
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Life ain't about what
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you have or have not
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And I always thank God just for what I got
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Even if
Your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
Your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a of junk
Ooh, your car is a piece of junk,
your car is a piece of junk
You're welcome elsewhere.