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Sucker chords by O.G. Style

  • Em

  • D

  • G

Verse 1
Em
Ayo boss,
OG style and effect
A lot of those groups out there
think that they on top of the game
But why don't we let
them know what's up?
D
Take three places and step back
G
Cause I'm not afraid of no knickknacks
D
A lot of that lip is just flip -flap
G
Same old nonsense, it's all crap
D
You try to come for some I know
G
You're bragging on yourself,
still weak, bro
D
Never will I ever be solo
G
D
G
I'm down with bars, so now you know
D
Pick up the pieces where I left off
Funky
G
MC, cause I get off
D
You get beat, and then you turn off
G
You act aggravated,
D
and you burn off I'm from
Houston, and I get hyped
G
D
Freak a lot of girls, cause I'm that type I drink coke,
I don't drink
Sprite
I wear
G
D
Nikes, but not flights I ride a
Benz if I have to
G
I prefer a limo cause it grabs you
D
Thinking I'm blind,
I'm looking at you
G
Holding on my re cord like a statue,
Em
G
Em
G
sucker
D
Time to start the rhyme scheme over
My dog's name is
G
Dick, not
Rover
D
I don't believe in four -leaf clovers
G
The rhyme style is dope, but I'm sober
D
The name of the crew's called
O .G.
G
Which consists of
Boss and
E
D
We produce a rapper named
Divide
MC
G
Who's down with the nation posse
D
Now it's time to change context
G
Give me a mic and watch me flex
D
Your style's simple, mine's complex
G
Listen to the style that I inject
D
Funky is the term that I go by
G
D
See a fly girl and I go high
Make a lot of money cause I talk fly
G
I speak the truth and I don't lie
D
I don't wear a wrap -a -lop watch,
not a time -mix
G
Use a jimmy hat, I like safe sex
D
G
When I do a show, I'm in effect
D
G
Now listen to the weight that I direct,
Em
G
Em
G
sucker
D
Give it up, bro, don't try to play me
G
You might be a lot of things,
but you're not each
D
You're just a sucker trying to play
MC
But that's funny,
G
you're rapping to a wack beat
D
I shine bright as the
sun cause I'm a starlight
G
I get busy as a beaver when I jam right
D
Before a show I practice so it's all tight
G
I'm a perfectionist, this is not a sight,
Em
G
sucker
Em
Aye yo boys, why don't we break the
G
track down a little something like this
Em
So what's up bro,
with that cheap stuff you're talking
You played out jealousies in
your eye when I walk in
But you're delighted to see
Em
Em
the phase that I bring
You get a glimpse,
Em
you're content with what I swing
I'm like a hawk,
Em
I see what you attempt to hide
Em
In my stride you'll divide while I glide
Into the
Em
OG saga you will forever succumb
Your rap's a humdrum
cause you're dumb
Em
Em
How could you be so illiterate to think
That you can baffle me when
our house is a catastrophe
Em
I'm the originally, formerly of the phase three,
drop the sucker, now it's
O .G.
Em
Long live the reign of the rhyme therapist,
Em
microphone terrorist sucker.
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