Loud Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]
[C]

[Verse 1]
Ladies and [Am]gentlemen[D]
This [Em]is Ma[C]cadelic
[D]Motherfucker

[Verse 2]
[D]Ugh I got [Em]codeine in my cup,
[C]you can bet your ass I'm sippin'
[Em]Groupies fall in love,
[D]I'm like bitch you must be trippin'
[Em]I'm just tryna f[C]uck
and she just need tuition
[Am]Why you tryna stunt,
you [D]need to play your own position
[Em]Never gave a fuck [C]and nothing
'bout me changed
[Em]Still roll up them blunts,
[D]got diamonds in my chain
[Em]Yeah you heard me I go[C]t
diamonds in my chain
But it don't [Am]make a difference
[D]if you cryin' in the rain
[C]Two [Em]hundred shows, I'm a kill [C]more
I just [D]sold out that Fillmore
Got a [Am]million,
make a mil [D]more
Play a number one spot on the billboard
Yeah [Em]people lie, numbers [C]won't
Keep me high, drugs is close
[D]Roll [Am]one up, [D]pour a cup
Watch the world go up in smoke
[Em]I like my music

[Verse 3]
[C]real
loud (real loud)
Can you [Am]turn that shit up [Em]for me
[D]right now (right now)
[Em]Here it come, there it [C]go,
ask your homies, ask your hoes
If you [Am]didn't, now you [D]know,
never keep your pockets low
[Em]I like my mu[C]sic real
loud (real loud)
Can you [Am]turn that shit up [Em]for me
[D]right now (right now)
[Em]Here she comes, there she [C]go,
never chasing after hoes
If you [Am]didn't, now you [D]know,
never keep your pocket[Em]s low
I'ma get that [C]Grammy soon,

[Verse 4]
fuck your magazine
[Am]Jordan [Em]gonna hand me [D]shoes,
still fuck your magazine
[Em]Hammer team, in that pack with me[C]
Hear that Jerm beat banging,
with a glass of lean
When I went to every [Am]high school
class would [D]be
Tryna fuck the female faculty
[C]I'm a cra[Em]zy little fucker,
[C]think my head done ran away
I ex[Am]periment with [Em]drugs
[D]but I won't ever fuck with yay
I just [Em]made a million dollars [C]still
I think I'm underpaid
Fuck with me? [Am]Kid no way
[D]When you meet me, bitches
stand up straight
[C]Pump out [Em]reps, yeah I got reps
[C]Tryna talk shit what you think about [D]that?
For the pesos, [Am]getting bank rolls,
I'm a [D]lay low chill, til I let that stack
Yeah [Em]people lie, numbers

[Verse 5]
[C]won't
Keep me high, [D]drugs is close
Roll [Am]one up, pour a [D]cup
Watch the world go up in smoke
[Em]I like my mu[C]sic

[Verse 6]
real loud (real loud)
Can you [Am]turn that [Em]shit [D]up for me
right now (right now)
[Em]Here it come, there it [C]go,
ask your homies, ask your hoes
If you [Am]didn't, now you [D]know,
never keep your pockets low
[Em]I like my mu[C]sic real
loud (real loud)
Can you [Am]turn that shit up [Em]for me
[D]right now (right now)
[Em]Here she comes, there she [C]go,
never chasing after hoes
If you [Am]didn't, now you [D]know,
never keep your pockets [Bm]low