WCHI chords by Young RJ

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Verse 1
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Listen in to WCHI, we're taking callers,
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callers please call in 555 -WCHI,
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we're taking requests right now,
Em 
we have a caller, caller,
what do you want to say?
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Hello, hello,
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cause I'm on the radio Joe,
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hey man it's     big folks love folks
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Joe, reppin' for all the motherfuckers,
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from K -Town on 95th street
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Joe, man I'm riding my  motherfuckers colors,
getting fucked up, okay
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I'm gonna see if I can get that spent for you,
man
I ain't even tellin' you
what I want in the head, dawg
Em 
Yo, what's the head nodder?
Am 
Grab a mic and walk water
To five times the space,
Em 
it rhymes uncharted
Sit down, son,
you know vice verse father
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Have some style, you phony, be hollin'
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It's the best that I've been doin'
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with a pad and a pen
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Nag champ, a quarterback, a cushion, hen
Sit back, relax, let the journey begin
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Inhale to my mouth,
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start to drift with the wind
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Man, I'm so cold, I can freeze your soul
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You love ice in your veins
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till you 80 years old
When you step in my arena,
I turn men to boys
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I'm too fast, accurate like pretty boy Floyd
A ghetto superstar deserves
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his own theme
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When I pimp Strut Miles, plays a love supreme
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I got Young God Jay on
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the bass and drums
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A -Ball in the corner pocket,
rockin' his drums
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Hey, Collin, there ain't no
cussin' on WCA, chat
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I  got another caller, Collin,
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what you wanna say?
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Why y 'all not gettin' it crunched tonight?
Y just layin' back?
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Y 'all blowin' my hat
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I need a Chico Taffy up in this,
Mom Chico Taffy
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I   done told y 'all about the cussin' on WCX,
Em 
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Carla, what do you wanna say?
Em 
You niggas thinkin' it's sweet,
like lead blowin' wind in the street
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This air is unconditional,
you feelin' this heat
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Cause nig gas is unoriginal,
they sound a repeat
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They shuffle and skip tracks
like a scratch CD
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And they hustle and get stacks
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far as eyes can see
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And they tussle with big cats,
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sound like lies to me
Cause trouble got big cats
right behind the seat
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You bubblin' big, niggas tryin' to see
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And you niggas been speakin' verbs,
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how you full of the wealth?
I'll make you eat them words
till you full of yourself
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FYI, Herb,
you pulled the wool of yourself
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Used to drop every April
since you full of yourself
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So if I   said it, I meant it,
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lid known to send it
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Been callin' it like I seen it
for camera phones invented
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If you sweat it, come get it,
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drunk uncles are splittin' I
you don't love me,
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but I'll be straight in a minute
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WCHI 1057 on your radio dials
We'll listen to that new Dirty District,
Volume 3
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Big shout out to my man
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Scrap Dirty Young R .J.,
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Barack Entertainment
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Just us here, in other news
We hear that Terry Hunter's
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got another remix on the table
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With the drunk uncles, Terry Hunter,
you just keep killin' it
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And we be realer than any killer or dealer
C 
No matter how they be feelin' it
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Reppin' the goat eel style,
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we be gorillin' it
Inhale ales, drink gills, never no spillin' it
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Flow so cold,
you would swear I'm ice grillin' it
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You feelin' it? Don't jack off,
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I packed off
For your hair trips,
just got clipped the slacks off
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I'm hand sick, ill by click, weed that off
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I been hit, off the tracks,
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tearin' the back off
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It's the realness, I know you feel this
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When we rock with Barakas,
we flex to kill
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S**t, to reveal s**t, to build s**t
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The mission, to show y 'all
Drunk Unks raw, no question
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Find me in the dirty district,
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on that paper
Fly hoodie, fitted socks,
Em 
and fresh taper
Chillin' with cats that rock bellies
and green gators
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Holdin' swirls big and black
like Darth Vader
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Yeah, we came to get down
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Drunk Bucks,
we came to get down
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Barack Entertainment,
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we came to get down
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Scrap Dirty,
we came to get down
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Young RJ,
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we came to get down
Terry Hunter,
we came to get down
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CHI,
we came to get down
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Dirty District,
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we came to get down
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I'll