Mr. Potato Head (The Game) chords and lyrics - YOUNG BUCK

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[Verse 1]
[Em]G -Unit is your [C]modern day
[Am]N .W .A.
[Em]You know what saying?
You got a [Am]group of niggas.
You [C]got
Yay[Am]o.
You [Em]know what saying?
He home now.
You got
Banks.
He mixtape [Am]artist of the [C]year.
He killing everything out [Em]there.
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south.
You know what I'm saying?
[C]He lyrical.
Like, this nigga's [Em]amazing.
This nigga
Young
Buck, niggas.
They say
God bless the child that [C]can hold his [Bm]own
And [Em]he who is lawyer always live long
A real hood nigga gets
[C]money and [Em]give back
So when I got money bitch I did just that
I put packs in the hands of [C]the dope man
[Em]Put gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell you
I didn't even [C]really know [Em]gang
When I said his name
On
Pop and them thangs
June [Am]is yo[C]ur modern day
[Am]NWA
[C]You know what I'm saying?
You got a [Am]group of niggas
You [C]got
Yay[Em]o, you know what
saying, he home now
You got
Banks, he mixtape [Am]artist of the [C]year
He killing [Em]everything out there
And you got
Buck, the wild nigga from the south
You know what I'm saying, he [C]lyrical
Like this nigga's [Em]amazing, this nigga
Young
Buck, nigga
They say
God bless the child that [C]can hold his [Bm]own
And [Em]he who is loyal always live long
A real hood [Am]nigga gets
[C]money and [Em]give back
So when I got money, bitch, I did just that
I put packs in [C]the hands of the dope mans
Put
[Em]Gats in the hands of my old friends
Listen when I tell ya,
[C]I didn't even really know g[Em]ang
When I said his name,
on pop and them thangs
Yeah I got them all blue,
[C]that's how I [Em]do
Tomorrow it's all red,
the bloods love me [C]too
I'm [Em]true, an[Am]d every nigga
[C]around me [Em]know it
But you, only hard when
you around your boys
I knew when 50 [C]gave
you your first watch
[Em]Broke you your first verse,
broke you your first drop
We ain't really need ya,
[Am]homie you [C]know
I'ma see ya
Don't [Em]never bite the hand that feed ya
You bitch nigga
[Am]Man I kn[C]ew you got 50
[Em]This nigga killed the whole
record label [C]by they self
And the first [Am]time in rap his[C]tory
that some shit been done like that
This nig[Em]ga did it
Niggas in my hood can't
be[C]lieve this shit man
They see me they be like
God,
God,
God
They wonder why I say
I keep the crystal cold
[Em]Nigga it's not a game dude
No
F's
B's, [Bm]go ahead and [C]let the war start
[Em]Do what you do best,
have a change of [C]heart
You [Am]a man with breasts,
similar [C]to a [Em]broad
You're disrespected to waste
when they find out who you are
Do your thug thing
Spit your [C]300 bars
[Em]But me and
Banks
Garage makes up 300 cars
You're not a soldier, [C]homeboy
You come from a strip club
Your [Em]name was
Doja
I can show you the picture's blood
The game is [Am]over, nigga,
[C]change your [Em]clothes
Look at you, you're acting
like [C]them video hoes
And I was on the [Am]phone when
[C]Spider -Lo called [Em]you
Your punk ass said you
ain't want no problems
Tried to dismiss
Bleak, throw [C]lines at
[Em]Jake
Had that ass apologize the very next day
Damn right, [Am]gon' [C]play my [Em]shit
I wonder what
Trey gon' say about this
Game over
[Am]This shit [C]craz[Em]y
Ayo, listen to this [C]nigga, man
This shit be working out perfect,
you know what I'm saying?
From
[Em]Compton,
New
York to motherfuckin'
Nashville, yeah
I don't think the [C]50 had it,
you know what I'm saying?
[Em]That he planned it [C]that way, to
have a nigga from the
East
In
Banks and
Yale, have a nigga from the
South
In
[Em]Bar ton, and you have a nigga from the
West
Now [C]I done seen t[Am]hat tough talk a[C]n
d squirrel to [Em]violence
And that's why for so long,
I [C]done held my silence
But [Am]I'm from
ECG unit, [C]I bangs t[Em]he gang
And it's needless to say that
I slangs them thangs
I got love for [Am]the
West and I'm [C]ashamed to [Em]game
And not because his album
was full [C]of famous names
See I'm everything he wishin' he was
But [Em]he's nothin' like me
Can't you tell from all that dissin' he does
It be all about publicity buzz
[C]Cause when [Em]they meet in the club
It be all about the kisses and hug[Am]s
He threaten yuck my
[C]Uncle
Loke
You ain't touch him one
[Em]time when you seen him
And
Joe
Buttons was only punchline
I'm here with
Gang
Bang, known [C]for heating up gas
That's [Em]that, not on the stage, beating up rats
I [Em]don't hate him,
it's [Am]just hard to under[C]stand a nig[Em]ga
Supposed to represent the riders,
but he ran from
[C]Jitty[Em][C]
[Em]
[C][Am]
[Em][C][Am][C]
[Em]
The shit is just a dream come true man
I never take shots at legends
Let's just tell them I don't do it
I don't [C]do it