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Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Key: Am Difficulty: Novice Spoken: Let's do this Am / G / F / E Am G Spoken: Yo, yo, yo, what's up F E Word to my n-words Am G Don't got bros, don't hang on the streets F E I don't beat my hos, I only beat my meat, yeah Am G Don't womanize cause you know it's true F E that when you look in their eyes you see they're people too Am G F E Mother effin' suffrage! Am I said mother effin' suffrage!
Am G You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do Coke, F E but I had to go to diet, cause it burnt my throat. Am G I've been doin' drive-bys all of my life, F E Am G F E except the bullets are newspapers, the car is my bike, yeah Am G F E I said the car is my bike. yo yo Am G 3.14 apple pi, F E I say I whip it out, I clean it off, I stick it in her eye, Am G F E and by "it" I mean contact lens. Am G F E It must have got dirty. yo yo yo Am G 3.14 apple pi, F E I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry. Am G George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant F E but he's a presiDONT who ameriCANT. Am G F E Spoken: Oh my lord, the kid is- he is clever, c'mon give it to him. Am G I spit gangsta hymns, cause I'm a gangsta straight, F E I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate. Am G We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste, F E cause the girls that I date, have a particular taste. Am G F E The taste of my weiner! Am G F E The taste of my weiner.. Yo Am G 3.14 apple pi F E Why was I born white? no one quite knows why, Am G Gansgstas sell their rocks, I got a collection. F E You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection. Interlude: x2 Am G F E Spoken: Ooh, what does that mean? Yeast rises Yo Am G I'm a lyrical heretic, but I'll make you laugh F E I'll hit you with rhetoric, then I'll cut you in half. Am G I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice, F E How bout you sit down and I serve you a slice... Am G of my 3.14 apple pi F E My voice is so smoky it'll make you high... Am G Yo, here's a confession, it's all about me, F E Here's my impression of a broken jet ski.. Am G F E Pa da da da da da da ... Am Fill me with gas. G F E I'm a jet ski. Am Here come the puns G Here come the puns Am Here come the puns G Here come the puns Am G All you little thugs wanna mess me with me, F E know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3. Am G I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife. F E Snorted that shit and I got high on Life. Am G Yo A guy askin' for change, saying my mind was too dense. F E I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense. Spoken: Oh, look at that. Big finale, let's hit it... Am G You know I flow it and show it, you know that Bo know it, F E Yo, your lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet. Am G Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinnin'. F E Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens. Am G And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries F E Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise. Am G You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it, F E Then you try to rid it, too late! I already spit it. Am G F E Spoken: Patooey: Am G F E I already spit it. Am I said apple pi.
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