What Happened to That Dude chords by Z‐Ro
Verse 1
Am
What happened to that dude, what
Dm
happened to that dude
Am
Dm
What happened to that dude
Am
He was bumping,
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
C
What happened to that
Verse 2
Dm
dude,
F
Am
what happened to that dude
G
C
What happened to that dude
Dm
He was bumping,
so I slapped a patch up out that dude
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Verse 3
Am
Y'all fellas, know what happened
C
Dm
Am
Dm
F
to that dude
Am
G
C
Dm
He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
I couldn't let it slide,
I couldn't let it go
Am
Couldn't let a motherfucker,
Dm
play me for a hoe
Pulled out my 4- 4, and I just bust
Am
F
Nan nigga nan bitch,
Am
will I ever trust
G
C
Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
Dm
I don't love shit, but my
C
people and my ends
Dm
Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place
Am
I break a bone, in your motherfucking face
C
Am
Dm
Am
If you think I tell a story,
if you think I'm lying
C
F
Am
Pull out my iron,
G
and I commits to find
C
Dm
Have a nigga falling, off of his game
If I hit a head shot,
C
F
Dm
Am
that's the end of his brain
G
Am
Simple and plain, ain't it
Dm
This tool, will leave a nigga
Am
F
wig painted
Know what I'm saying,
Am
I couldn't be playing
Dm
Am
I sit on top of the roof,
and start spraying
Dm
Am
At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead
Leave him bruised and red
F
Am
We don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clap
Em
I put a motherfucking, clip in my strap
C
Dm
Am
Bust at your back, bust at your front
Dm
C
Dm
Am
Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt
C
Dm
That's how I do it,
don't fuck with fluid
F
Am
G
C
Dm
But I'ma be fluent like fluid,
and I knew it
Am
Bm
One day, I get a platinum
C
Dm
C
Am
C
Em
F
Am
plack
G
If you running up, you better
C
Dm
back on back cause
Verse 4
Dm
Em
F
Dm
Am
Em
Am
Dm
What
happened to that dude,
what happened to that dude
Am
Em
Am
What happened to that dude
Dm
It's your boy Z- Ro,
Am
and I'm way too rude
G
C
I had to
Verse 5
Dm
F
do it like that,
Am
and like this
Em
Had to break a bone,
C
Dm
Am
and make a motherfucking wish
I did it like this, and I did it like that
A nursery rhyme,
C
Dm
and still broke a bitch back
Like that, like this
Am
F
Hit it from the back, and don't quit
Am
Bitch fuck you hoe, I'm all
about my dough
G
C
Standing on the corner,
Dm
with my chrome 4- 4
Maybe 4- 5, maybe twelve gauge
Am
Trying my best,
G
C
Dm
just to make the front page
F
Am
Em
Put a homicide, on worldwide news
C
If a nigga chase me, I'll give
Dm
Am
him the blues
C
Pull out my motherfucking,
Am
Dm
power pellet
Am
Roll up the doja, and I start
to inhale it
C
Dm
Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
Am
I dropped me a eight,
C
Dm
Am
in a thunderberg wine
Dm
F
Am
Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog
G
C
Dm
Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog
I hit the streets,
Am
the streets hit me back
I checked my pager, it was time to attack
C
The motherfucking dope fiends,
Dm
time to get money
I want my bread, I want my honey
Am
F
Am
I want my streets of gold,
G
for I can walk on
C
Dm
And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
Man, I'm feeling way too heavy
Am
Dm
Am
F
A monster, so can't nothing scare me
I'm unscareable, it's unbearable
Am
Man, when you hear me it's terrible
Cause I be beating,
on your motherfucking nerve and
C
Might be in the Bourbon,
Dm
or Excursion
It don't matter,
Am
F
Am
cause I'm riding high
Leaning to the side,
Dm
when I'm sliding by
Am
F
Dm
All in your face nigga, slapping
Am
Out the motherfucking taste nigga
Dm
That's how it go, never been a hoe
Am
Try to take what's mine,
F
Am
and get a mouth full of flow
Verse 6
Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that
G
C
Am
Dm
Shit, boys get the shit slapped
out
Am
Your motherfucking ass, what 3- 2 say
F
Dm
Am
Yeah man, you bootleggers,
we got all kind
Of bootleggers out here though,
Dm
you know I'm saying
Am
F
We gotta put a slap into them dudes
Am
C
Am
Dm
You know I'm saying, these
niggas that sue boys
C
For 150,000, like that's hurting
my highsing
Dm
Am
Nigga I'm still rising,
while you coniving
You ain't shining,
C
Dm
Am
but bitch I shine like a light
C
Dm
All day all night, whether gun
Am
C
Dm
Am
fight or
fist fight
Dm
F
Am
Get the Roley on your
C
Dm
Am
Dm
wrist right, bitch
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