Key: F minor•
Intro 1
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Bbsus2
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Verse 1
to the beat
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Just clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
Come on clap your hands
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Fm
to the beat, to the beat
I said clap your hands to the beat,
to the beat
Uh huh and you don't stop
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Fm
Uh huh and you don't stop
Uh huh and you don't stop
We in this Great Lakes state
Eatin steaks 'n shrimp
It's kinda hard to miss the crew
Because we all got limps
No flexin, huh, know what I mean
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Fm
You can feel us fool,
not the drugs we be takin
That shits free with an LP
Got them all state, all county,
all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank the lord
We're tearin up your lawn,
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Fm
we got herds of Lincolns
Step into your crib and have
your whole house stinkin
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Bb
Don't blink and don't think we're soft
Bbm
Hide your money and your gold and don't
express your thoughts
We get mad props, wreck all shops
Puttin stops on crews
They get confused and lose,
Styles stem from pioneers
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Fm
Leavin suckers in awe
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And you get jawed for lookin queer
Can you hear me or am I
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talkin to the wall
That's Top Dog callin out each
and every one of y'all
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F
You get balls, you come and talk that shit
nothin to fuck with
love that California
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Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips
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Call me the sidekick, thug boy,
kid with the limp
I rip through rhymes like a
like a shark in the sea
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Fm
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
fucker when I have to be
Fm
Bbm
Fm
Got young g's with sleeves
Strategically placed in case
I told... you ho's you can't
fuck with these cause
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Fm
I make more papers then trees
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forever is cri teria
You fuckin with Top Dog
No I ain't feelin ya, got all
Verse 2
that I can do to hear
stand clear
You see me in my Lincoln
I'm in the clubs drinkin
Who you gonna check bitch,
what the fk you thinkin
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F
You can get your life took
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F
You ride with who, man that shit ain't big
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F
I roll with dogs that'll
Detroit to Portland
Cellular receivers and beepers is
what were sportin
I don't sweat you
Yeah the drinks on me,
but the jokes on you
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F
I'm all about the everyday nothin at all
See I'm not doin very much,
I'm just havin a ball
I might sit around,
I might write me a tune
I might get me a fourty or
The watch on my wrist,
A lot of pissed people from
mom for spite
Cause everybody's barkin,
but nobody ever bites
Your talkin loud, sayin nothin
Get you dad, get your cousin
Go and get your boy cause he's
as big as a house
I'm the estranged, deranged,
I got domains like states
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The crew be livin large at the seafood bay
Got a way with the world and now
I'm lookin' to scramble
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Ain't about to ass out on
a no good gamble
Could handle anything,
but I ain't down for broke
So before somebody slides,
somebody's getting choked
I'm a no good freak,
tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday
that passes
Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics,
vocabulary
I'm a very shy simplistic
the same old name
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A little extra game and extra
cash could see
You could fk me,
but don't put it past me
You wanna bash me and got no reason
I can lay up in the Caymans for
four straight seasons
I ain't a punk, I refuse to be
I live for what is, not what used to be
Your all up in the past, that's ass
Hear what I say
I'm all about today
and I'm a die that way
Bitch
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Bbsus2 Fsus4 Eb F...
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