Tiplove Don'T Kare chords by Baritone Tiplove
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Intro 1
(D major) (G major) (C minor)
(G major) Oh yeah
Verse 1
(C minor)
Marathon
Tip (G major) love in the house,
you know what I'm saying?
Yo
Tip, (C minor) kick that shit (G major) for him, dude!
You know I walk out on
the stage (C minor) in rage
It's a spectacle to see me
holding my testicles
Rapping (A minor) in a fren (C minor) zy
Remove a rapper like a
Benzie
No titties (G major) given and he's dripping,
I'm weight (C minor) like an
OJ from back in the days
Cause I make suck a duck
MC's with every phrase
When
Zatita outta be the
L to
OBE
All my pockets get fat like
Oprah whiskey
Attack the wack, I'm hittin' like
Bam
Bam
Kickin' like
Van
Damme
(G major) The skit double- (C minor) za ck,
don't you know that
Off the (G major) mic, I flip like (C minor) an acrobat
Shinin' (G major) like a diamond when I rhyme
(C minor) Still crazy after all these years like
Paul
Simon
Rappin' (G major) is warfare,
(C minor) don't act like it's a tool
Fuck a (G major) muthafucka who tryin'
to break school
On the warpath,
(C minor) you don't want more rap
Cause when I (G major) go berserk,
a (C minor) battle will be a bloodbath
Gangsta (A minor) rap mani (C minor) ac, makin' a hit
Say what, man?
Fight your face down and call it shit
Foul livin', no mercy given
Let your girls do me like my name is
Michael
Brizzard
I'm a hustler
A girl layin' at the mayor of
Ohio, but I'm a player
So back up, new jack
Don't you (G major) even do that
(C minor) Tip love is comin',
but you already (G major) knew that
Goin' to the extremes, (C minor)
that's your next dream
I melt down and splatter on the
woman on my ice cream
You try to perpetrate great adventures,
but your fable
Tales (G major) that are spinnin' on the turntable
whenever we roll
And you don't (C minor) wanna see
four rappers I reject
Like, don't go to recall, but all the
A's and
B's are either
D- style, (G major) fuckin' wild on
a motherfuckin' freestyle
Head to phone (C minor) like a
Learjet
So you wanna battle me, boy,
you (G major) can't even (C minor) buy a beer
Yeah, so put the mic down,
drop it or toss it
I'll have your ass runnin' like
water from a faucet
Your little muskrat (G major) tryin' (C minor) to bust rap
Fuck (G major) around and get cut
off like a mustache
Hit (C minor) tin' hard but not a hammer,
I'm tippin' love
(G major) I keep the (C minor) grammar-
lamma- lamma- lamma lyrics
Said I'll be y compare, you try to censor this shit,
bitch, I don't care
And they said it couldn't be done
They said you (G major) can't make
record (C minor) s like (G major) this
(C minor) But you know what
our reply was?
We don't care
(G major) Baritone
Tip
(C minor) Love, gotta be hardcore and
more for (G major) (C minor) (G major) 91, 92
And all through the (C minor) 90s
Yo
Tip, they call it pornographic
rap when they
Blasting in traffic, but they see
Tip's fantastic self
Why you gotta be so loud?
They will play it on the radio, girl
You're like, man, now,
I gotta do what the hell I gotta do
Say it turns to two, like, suck this,
or fuck you, kids
Don't listen
I didn't make it for you, girl,
y think I'm dizzy
But I adore y'all on the real
(G major) Tip
Love
And I be flipping on the mic,
(C minor) putting heads to the bed, and
Saying goodnight, sleep tight, never
I'm not lettin' bedbugs
bite my marriage
I'm on a style call, kickin' heads,
stare at ya
Look like I'm full
Mandarin, I'm handlin' suckas
Take that, mothafucka
Command of (A minor) the year,
I (C minor) got a 40 in berries
Tip love, baritone and
DJ in the air
From the top of
World
Trade to the depths of hell, rock well
Tip love, (C minor) friend, tell ya, smellin' I rebel
Like a rebel, but I kick trouble
I hold the upper bow, damn,
y'all got (G major) no trouble
(C minor) Tip, these are
King
Mack maniac girls
That'll sleazy act like I'm an
(A flat major) amnesiac stokin'
Kickin' with their legs wide open
(C minor) I scoot up in a skirt and I put
a hat on her when I'm bumpin'
Yo
Tip, they callin' us sexist
Or what the flex is?
Guaranteed to hurt your (C minor) solar plexus
Next is the epitome, literally,
live, lyrical
Landmark, chalk,
or another fuckin' parable
And then I'll show you what pain is
Interrupt your shoulder,
run the microphone, (C minor) stand up your anus
But still you're stoping hoes,
I go for dope
What are you people?
On dope?
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