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Get Off My D Chords

Music by: Paul Wall
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[Intro 1]
[D][Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm][G][D][Gm][G]
[D]
[C]I've been

[Verse 1]
[C]
in [Gm]regions at [D]a all -time high
With my [C]diamond wrist,
a [Gm]pair of zetas, all [D]-time fly
I'm not concerned with [C]competi[Gm]tion,
my mis[G]sion is [D]full commission
I spit it with [Gm]suspicions so
the [D]audience
Sippin' on [Gm]purple soda
[Bb]secure[Gm]d by s[D]uper sodas
I'm flouncin' off [C]in the rover
[Gm]till summertime [D]is over
I shine like [C]supernova [G]but I
ain't gon' [D]fade
Candid slaves on [Gm]Martin Luther
crawlin' like a [D]parade
Candid slaves on Martin Luther
[Gm]crawlin' like a [D]parade
Candid slaves on Martin [Gm]Luther
crawlin' like a [D]parade
Commutin' in [C]Cadillac[Gm] s
with my paper[D]s stacked
up in stacks
I'm strapped with [C]Trojan [Gm]horses
while break[G]ing these [D]bombers' backs
No time for [C]scooby snacks,
I [Gm]want the full [D]course meal
I got the force like [C]Skywalker,
[G]T -Ferris, and S[D]teven Spielberg
Got [Gm]money splurging,
stepping on [D]rugs of Persians
Some haters up [Gm]in the mix,
but we mark[D]buster purging
Burning the [Gm]Joe cigars,
[Am]indul[A]ging in [D]pints of bar
Thinking back amaz[Gm]ing
how the team be[G]came [D]this far
These boys got [C]cool grips,
[Gm]little [G]chains [D]and shit
But you can't fuck with [C]me,
[Gm]I just so get of[G]f my[D] dick for real
Your bro [Gm]fine, she a [D]dime, that's true
But I smashed her last [Gm]week,
she ain't just [D]your girl, come on
You think [Gm]you're on,
you got your [D]gun in your car
But them bullies is [C]so [Gm]smart,
they won't even [D]leave the store
Hold up, [C]yeah,
you shining [Gm]with your team for [D]the squad
Go home and get your [Gm]shit together
then come back to [D]the club
The shoes are [C]made of [Gm]Gucci
The glasses [G]are [D]made of
Prada Showstopper
[C]cause I'm one bad [Gm]boy [D]like Big Papa
The shoes [C]are made of [Gm]Gucci
The glasses [G]are [D]made of
Prada Showstop[C]per
cause I'm one [Gm]bad boy [D]like Big Papa
The shoes are [C]made of [Gm]Gucci
The glasses [G]are [D]made of
Prada Showstopper
cause bad boy like Big Papa
I break em off [Gm]some proper,
[G]these boppers ain't [D]getting outta,
not a dollar [Gm]for these hoes in the w[G]indow [D]shoppers
I plug in [C]like a [Gm]raw socket,
[G]you wan[D]t some kush,
I'll get you high [C]in the [Gm]Nasser rocket
Now [D]big game, I know the,
know the beaters, [Gm]beaters, I'm in,
[D]I'm in church, church
Diamonds, diamonds [Gm]on my neck,
white and yellow [D]like a bowtie
I'm [Gm]on the b[Am]lock,
living [G]raw [D]like a rap demo
The [C]big fish [G]just started off [D]as a minnow
My music is [C]slow tem[Gm]po,
Swisher houses [D]my tempo
Late night like [C]Jay Leno,
[G]post it up [D]like a office memo
[Gm]Team starter, better [G]grab your [D]recorder
These dime pieces [C]I s[Bb]laughter,
[Gm]I like em just lik[D]e Takara
Grinding [Gm]until tomorrow
when the [G]sun [D]come up
And fall asleep [C]from [Gm]drinking
the [D]mud out phone cups
These boys got [C]cool grips,
[Gm]little [G]chains [D]and shit
But you can't fuck with [C]me, potty,
[Gm]so get o[G]ff m[D]y dick for real
Your bro [Gm]fine, she a dime, [D]that's true
But I smashed her last [C]week,
[Gm]she ain't [D]just your girl, come on
You think [C]you're hard,
you [D]got your gun and your car
But them bullets is [C]so small,
[Gm]they won't even [D]leave the stack
Hold up, [C]yeah, you're shinin' [Gm]with
your team for [D]the scrubs
Don't only get your shit togeth[Gm]er,
they come back to [D]the club
I'm deadly with [C]conversa[Gm]tion
no one [D]else can compare
I'm debonair ex[Gm]traordinaire
talkin' about they [D]underwear
It's somethin' off [Gm]on my
neck to make the horn
[D]Look a stare but it slings
off [Gm]in your circuit
You surrounded by [D]squares
They hol[C]low like Kevin Bacon
[Gm]I'm grindi[D]n' and money makin'
Reachers got their [C]hands out,
[Gm]but they ain't g[D]ettin' made
Reachers got their [C]hands out,
[Gm]but they ain't g[D]ettin' made
Reachers got their [C]hands out,
[Gm]but they ain't get[D]tin' made
What [C]is these [Gm]boys thinkin',
where the [G]hatin' [D]never stop?
Regardless, [C]every [Gm]year I'm
[G]pullin' somethin' [D]off the lot
The jealousy [C]need to [Gm]cease,
instead [D]of tend to increase
[C]Jolly Jolly, ranch and [Gm]paint,
look wetter than [D]head grease
The bopper's all [C]on my [Gm]feet,
tryna [G]rape me [D]out for peace
Suck out [C]player[Gm]s,
[G]handcuffin' like [D]the police
I'm [C]boutin' to say the least,
[Gm]I'm [D]high as the Big Dipper
Take sip, hold, fold, [G]tipper,
[Gm]and some G[D]ucci slipper
Mike [C]Ripper,
fight the [Gm]mystery [D]like Jack the Ripper
Break em' off with my [Gm]picka,
[G]and leave em' stuck [D]like a sticker
These boys ain't [C]cool rippers,
[Gm]they're [G]chains [D]and shit
But you can't fuck with [C]me potty,
[G]so get off [D]my dick for real
Your brother [Gm]fine, she a [D]dime, that's true
But I smashed her last [C]week,
[Gm]she ain't [D]just shootin'
Come on, you think you hard,
you got your gun in your car
But them bul[C]lets are so small,
[Gm]they won't even [D]be the same
Hold up, [C]yeah, you're shinin'
[Gm]with your team for [D]the squads
Don't wanna get your [C]shit together,
[Gm]then come back to [D]the [D]club
[D]We can't be fucked with baby,
take your ass back [D]to the drawing board
and regroup for next season bitch,
[D]switch the house.
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