Raw Shit chords by Slowpoke

SimplifiedG · Em · C · Bm

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Verse 1
G 
Yeah, YB, Slowpoke, West Coast,
Dirty Dirty South
Em 
Ride with us homie,
who got that wrong shit?
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Bm 
Who got that wrong?
Em 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Who got that wrong?
Bm 
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Bm 
Who got that wrong, who got that wrong,
who got that wrong,
Em 
C 
who got that wrong shit?
G 
Bm 
Who got that wrong, who got that wrong,
who got that wrong shit?
Em 
G 
The devil with the silver tongue
C 
leaves a line to hell
G 
Articulate malicious puns
Bm 
between the lines it spills
Em 
G 
The vicious of a drunk off
C 
my mind it melts
G 
Turning bitches into punks,
Bm 
hit your spine with shells
Em 
Thought we risen from the slums
G 
C 
but we declined to fail
G 
I'm from that 3  -6 -1,
Bm 
we designed to rebel
G 
Em 
Fuck a benefit of doubt,
G 
C 
you'll only benefit the doubt
G 
What you bitches really bout?
Bm 
Pure fiction out your mouth,
G 
Em 
just an image for the crowd
C 
Yeah he timid but he loud,
G 
take a minute hear me out
Bm 
Fuck these gimmicks and these clowns
Em 
Dog I'm pissing on your crown,
C 
and shitting on your throne
G 
Turning cigarettes to clouds,
Bm 
holding on to styrofoam
Em 
Trying to figure this shit out,
C 
dog I've grown to hold my own
G 
Cause this game is going south,
Bm 
similar to  what I've grown
Em 
Every verse is platinum bound,
C 
metal casting off my throne
G 
Bitch I've come to break ground,
Bm 
shut it down,
let the shit be known
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Who got that wrong,
Bm 
who got that wrong,
who got that wrong?
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Bm 
Who got that wrong, who got that wrong,
who got that wrong?
Em 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
C 
G 
I wrong shit, who got that wrong,
Bm 
who got that wrong,
who got that wrong,
Em 
G 
C 
who got that wrong shit
G 
Bm 
I got got that wrong, who that wrong,
who got that wrong
Em 
I got that wrong shit, making profit,
G 
C 
I'm a beast on these beats
and I rip em often
G 
Murder one in seven,
putting haters in coffins,
Bm 
talking out some business
where the circle of bosses
Em 
People keep on yapping
G 
cause they know that we fussing,
C 
but I don't pay em no mind,
I just continue to caution
G 
If you look into the eyes of the devil,
Bm 
that's the day you realize
that your life ain't settled
G 
Em 
So I carry a medal,
pretend myself to these rappers,
G 
I'm on a different level,
C 
my bullets ain't for your town
G 
I'll damage your brain and
I'll leave it mental
Bm 
Your family's in pain
cause I came to get you
G 
Em 
G 
C 
Uh, uh, that's the way we roll
When the wicked west
comes to the dirty south
G 
Bm 
We cut throats, YB and the homies
Em 
Ho -ho, ho -no, back on the scene
while my nigga 15
C 
Back from the dead like tails from the sea
G 
Who got that raw? Boy that's me
Bm 
Now kill em all, R .I .P
Em 
My flow is incredible,
I break em off intentional
C 
High up that medical, THC, chemicals
G 
I blow kush smoke out of the window
Bm 
and think about my life
and all the shit that I've been through
Em 
My  motivation got me facing
C 
all these demons that be hatin'
They just hatin' cause I'm
livin' amazing
G 
Takin' vacations at locations
that have never been placed there
Bm 
I ain't got time to be wastin'
Em 
Now, back to the topic,
C 
I am the rawest Chicano
Razz
Paddy's the boss of our bosses
G 
The name is YB, formerly Little Yogi
Bm 
From Cali to Texas,
Em 
G 
C 
the streets love that raw shit?
G 
Bm 
Who got that raw, who got that raw,
who got that raw
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that raw shit?
G 
Who got that raw,
Bm 
who got that raw, who got that raw
Em 
Who got that raw shit?
G 
C 
Who wrong shit?
G 
Who got that wrong?
Bm 
Who got that wrong?
Who got that wrong?
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Who got that wrong?
Bm 
Who got that wrong?
Oh I got that wrong shit
Em 
Nothing much has really changed
G 
C 
Still ducking in this game
G 
Still drugging up the brain
Bm 
Still fucking up them lames
G 
Em 
Y 'all ain't nothing, be ashamed
G 
C 
Say you busting and you bang
G 
But all that fluff is all the same
Bm 
Plus it's only just for fame
G 
Em 
Homie fuck what you claim
G 
C 
Fuck your money, fuck your dame
G 
Cause every slut got a game,
Bm 
but every nut feel the same
G 
Em 
Dog, I'm losing touch with sane,
G 
C 
I'll shove a shell through your veins
G 
Why can't you tell that life is pain?
Bm 
Every night I'm feeling drained
G 
Em 
Cause I fight against the grain,
C 
and I've survived through the rain
G 
Try to revive this fucking game,
Bm 
cause this rap shit is dying
Em 
I'm alive, I can't complain,
C 
got this rap shit to a science
G 
Hope you all die in vain,
Bm 
feel the rapture of this tyrant
G 
Em 
Smoke that hydrocodone,
C 
yelling at the microphone
G 
Malibu and Patrón,
Bm 
time to leave this shit alone,
Em 
fuck it, throw
C 
It's so ahead, I'm in the future,
G 
deuce up to producer
Bm 
Mr. Max Cyclone
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that raw shit?
G 
Who got that raw,
Bm 
who got that raw,
who got that raw
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that raw shit?
G 
Who got that raw,
Bm 
who got that raw,
who got that raw
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that raw shit?
G 
Who got that wrong?
Bm 
Who got that wrong?
Who got that wrong?
Em 
G 
C 
Who got that wrong shit?
G 
Who got that wrong?
Bm 
Who got that wrong?
I got that wrong shit.