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Simple & plain chords by Petey Pablo

  • Am

  • G

  • F

  • Dm

  • C

  • A

Verse 1
Am
What are you going to do?
Nice college boy, huh?
Didn't want to get mixed up
in the family business?
Now you want to gun down
a police captain?
What, because he slapped
you in the face a little bit?
Huh?
What do you think this is, the army,
where you shoot them a mile away?
You got to get up close like this,
and bada -bing!
You blow their brains all over
your nice cyber -league suit.
G
Simple and plain, this ain't no game.
Am
G
Am
You fuck up, man, and that's your as s.
You a snake in the grass,
G
Am
my kids play in the grass.
F
G
Am
I ain't finna have it.
Simple and plain, this ain't no game.
You fuck up man and that's your ass
You a snake in the grass
and my kids play in the grass
G
I ain't finna have that
Am
F
G
My tic -tocs at quarter to seven
Am
Dm
G
Black truck, my foot on the pedal
Am
G
Banana clips taped together
Am
F
C
I ain't finna have that
Am
This man decided to meddle
with my business
Man, I'm dying to get him
Down South, Wawa House,
put the fire to his grill
No eggs, no beans,
F
C
and I'm a pancake flipper
Am
Whole summer been tired
of being down here sittin'
And I'm tired,
cause I been sittin' down here with em
I got chillin' and I refuse to see my chillin'
G
Am
Been picked on,
F
G
my dad ain't handle it beneath
Am
My mama ain't rate no bitches,
my sister dyin'
So you know I ain't bullshittin'
G
And I know it's crazy hearin' a nigga
Dm
you ain't used to hearin' in 6th year,
G
6th year
Am
Simple and plain, this ain't no game
You fuck up man and that's your ass
You a snake in the grass,
my kid play in the grass
C
I ain't finna add it
Am
Simple and plain, this ain't no game.
You fuck up man and that's
your ass.
We're snaking the grass,
my kids playing the grass.
C
I ain't finna have that.
Am
G
Con cert is crazy packed.
Am
G
Niggas standing back to back.
Am
G
You back to back, you bumping her tits.
Am
F
C
She ain't finna have that.
Am
You best bet to stay where you at.
Don't move, next time you do us a rap.
Whole dancefloor under attack,
G
Am
niggas blaze the gat,
F
anybody in the way get clapped
C
Am
Dm
Can't handle finish being in there,
G
Am
should've been home with the pet s
Putting a little food in the dish,
G
Am
now you might miss Christmas
G
Am
Behind this incident, this lil' incident,
F
G
left you ass bent
Am
Left your ass bent after your ass been
kicked up and down in this nasty shit
You son of a bitch,
Dm
you two -faced bastard,
Am
can't stand y 'all fuck niggas
Simple and plain, this ain't no game
You fuck up, man, and that's your ass
You a snake in the grass,
my kid play in the grass
C
I ain't been to hell or
Am
Simple and plain, this ain't no game
You fuck up, man, and that's your ass
You a snake in the grass,
my kid play in the grass
I ain't been to hell or that
C
Am
I don't know the dude
that swung on Drake
G
Am
Sugar low the dude that swung on Drake
G
Y 'all niggas better watch y face
Am
G
Y 'all niggas better stay in your place
Am
F
Go back, sit down, do this all on tape,
C
Am
rewind the tape
Find another album to play,
before I fuck around and spit in your face
I ain't afraid,
ain't causin' my affiliates
F
Motherfucker, I been this way,
C
nigga, I ain't gay
Am
I say what I want to say,
G
Am
ain't can handle any consequences
G
Am
The way y thinkin',
ain't good to be thinkin'
G
Am
Especially when the main niggas
Dm
F
G
think it can't hang
Am
Simple and plain, this ain't no game
You fuck up, man, and that's your ass
You a snake in the grass,
my kid play in the grass,
C
I ain't finna add it.
Am
Simple and plain, this ain't no game.
You buck up, man,
and that's your ass.
You a snake in the grass,
my kid play in the grass,
C
I ain't finna add it. Mouse.
Am
F
G
P -Paula about to get in that ass.
Am
G
Y 'all talking about Hood.
Y talking about P -Paula.
Am
G
We're on Western and Manchester.
Am
F
P -Paula's like riding that beast.
C
Am
Western an d Manchester, bro.
A
Buy Su perior, cuz.
Am
What are you saying, homie?
Come on now,
that's how high can you be,
G
in the Es calade.
Next thing you know,
you're gonna be on Crenshaw, Crenshaw, Crenshaw,
Crenshaw, Crenshaw, Crenshaw, Crenshaw.
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