Play Hard chords by Masta Ace
Verse 1
C
Em
Am
We walk up in the club, two in the morning I should've stayed in bed,
C
all I'm doing is yawning
My man wanted to go,
F#m
his divorce is final
B
So this night, partying of course is vital
Em
My crew trying to get very tipsy
Am
And get our freak on like
we there with your
C
missy
Brand new boots, every pair is crispy
F#m
B
If you think about fronting,
C
don't dare, it's risky
B
We're not just a bunch of fools in
E
Thames
Am
That love hype bars with
C
G
the coolest rims
C
And know we ain't looking
F#m
at your jewels and gem s
B
So go back to the bar with your
C
F#m
foolish friends
B
I'm trying to see something
Em
nice and curvy
Am
C
Then walk in the club turning topsy -turvy
I hope I turn it on with this
F#m
pricey jersey
B
C
It's time to play hard like
Rice and
Worthy
B
Let's go!
C
Em
When I'm up in the club, I play hard
Am
C
When there's a drink in my hand,
G
I play hard
C
F#m
When it's me and the fam, I play hard
B
C
Let's go, let's go,
F#m
let's go, let's go
B
Am
Em
When I'm up in the club, I play hard
Am
C
When there's a drink in my hand,
G
I play hard
C
F#m
When it's me and the fam, I play hard
B
C
Let's go, let's go,
F#m
let's go, let's go
B
Em
When I'm up in the I hard
Am
C
The pants so tight she gotta fight the grief
She got the kinda body he
would like to squeeze
F#m
B
But when it's time to push up,
C
he the type to freeze
B
Man that's that chick from the
Em
Copacabana
Am
C
That had you like a little kid hopin' for
Santa
Type a chick to leave your ass broke in
B
Atlanta
C
Then peel off like an open banana
B
Em
Look you my man but your game is nada
Am
C
And that chick dressed like her name is
Prada
F#m
Her face is hot and her frame is hot ter
B
C
And just then his bodyguard
F#m
came and got her
B
My man gettin' mad
Em
he wanna start a tussle
That
Am
C
Hemrock give a nigga heart and muscle
Def
Jam night, he try to start with
Russell
F#m
B
You better chill before them big
C
dudes spark and rush you
B
Am
Em
When I'm up in the club, I play
Am
C
G
With a drink in my hand, I play
C
When it's me and the fam, I play
F#m
B
C
Let's go, let's go, let's go
F#m
B
He just called
Earl
Em
But he got no answer
Am
C
Now he on the floor and he not no dancer
He all over this chick like an octopus
F#m
B
C
F#m
He actin' like he already got the puss
B
I really hope
Em
Sung got some cash on stash
Am
C
Cause clubs like this, it costs a lot to push
G
C
Most of these girls here
F#m
looking for ballers
B
Em
But they keep coming back like
F#m
a hook in a chorus
B
Em
They got shook when they saw us
Am
They want a trick with a six,
C
not a crook and a
Taurus
F#m
Me, I'm just here, backing em up
B
Em
C
F#m
Girls on the dance floor, backing em up
B
Em
Cats at the pool table, racking em up
Am
C
Drink two weeks, spit it back in a cup
F#m
I want a drink that's lamby out
B
C
B
So bartender, please stop playing me out
Em
I know that I ain't no fam
ous hustler
Am
I'm a pastor, cabassier,
C
like my name is
Busta.
Let's go!
F#m
B
Let's go!
Haha!
You thought I was dead,
motherfuckers? I'm squeegee, bitch! I never die!
I had to pull somebody out of his missive
because he was styling on me, son!
I can't hear that shit! I got the call on me!
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