Hợp âm Nothin 2 A Bo$$ - YUKMOUTH

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Yukm[Dm]outh [Am]â?? Nothi[Dm]n 2 A Bo$$
Haha... I can't believe you niggas. You can't be serious. You really thought since 'Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh? You thought since [Am]Dre ain't made a a[Dm]lbum,
we flopped? [Am]Fuck that shit nigga! Rap- A- Lot for life nigga! Yukmouth nigga! West Coast don nigga! What's wit it punk?! It's nuthin to a [Dm]boss [Am]nigga! We [Dm]been ridin on dubb's that spin nigga! We been poppin bottles, nigga, since 'Pac was alive nigga. The West Coast is back you faggot ass [Am]fucks![Dm]
[Am]I'm from the West Coast and never- ever crip- walk. I'm like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross an I'm tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross. I'm ultra [Dm]cocky, tell [Am]a chicken ge[Dm]t lost. Diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off. I let clips off, ya whole click soft. What you know about a hundred on a wrist watch. Twent[Am]y on ya chicks watch[Dm], loungin Gucci flip flops[Am],
and I bang in the club like Rick Rock. Yuk show you how to rock that real thug [Dm]hip- hop. [Am]They ride lo- lo's, Yukmouth flip drops off the floor every year is a whip [Dm]hop. Menage- a- trios all year if ya chick jock. With ten karats in my ear like a big shot. Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rock[Am], an I'ma bring the West bac[Dm]k when my shit dro[Am]p.

[Verse 2]
To roll around [Am]on 24's. Wit plenty millions in a vouge. Everything a nigga want. It's no[Dm]thin 2 a boss! So much
ice a nigga froze custom rides wit 3- 1- 0's. Until I die it's all [Am]West coast, it's nothin big [Dm]to a boss!

[Verse 3]
Yeah... if you gon' do it, do [Am]it right. I'm in the blue and white. Rally striped Vipe leavin [Dm]Peanuts wit a crew [Am]of dykes. Tuesday night I got my game
together. I'm dangerous fella, my [Dm]rims spin like [Am]plane propeller[Dm]s. an I'm down wit Prince James forever. Rap- A- Lot fo' lia.
Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela, and ya'll know Yuk is off the meter. For all you non- believ[Am]ers, I spark the heater. [Dm]I'm what you call a block lead[Am]er. Why you hatin? I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton. In a [Dm]franchise Lac outs[Am]ide on cherry Dayton's. An rock the new blue Burberry,
make every [Dm]nation feel [Am]the thug vi[Dm]bration, uh. My cars talk back like Michael Knight. I got a hundred on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight. You wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya night. I rock [Am]ice cause the price is [Dm]right. Step it up hater.[Am] Yea[Dm]h
[Am]CHORUS
[Dm]Every day [Am]I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag. forty G's in a Gucci bag, I'm coppin a Jag. Two- hundred G's in a Louie bag, I'm coppin a pad, wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag. What you know [Dm]about that?! What you know about chronic an Hypnotic,
coppin Lamborghini's from 3- 1- 0 an Simbalic. Drop stretch Hummers, twenty- four inch rims on it. [Am]??? skin interior wit the [Dm]suede trim on it, wait!
[Am]I came in the game wit mobsta tales. I hit Mr. Chow's for meals, crack lobst[Dm]er tails. At the m[Am]all wit a model who only buys Chanelle. You wish I fell,
but I prevail, Yukmouth is [Dm]ill. I rock the 'Wheels of Fortune' like Pat Sajack. In a black Maybach, I'm tryin to bring the Bay back
In a A's throw back and a A's [Am]hat. Yuk a beast,
and [Dm]bleach couldn't fade [Am]that! [Dm]What?!

[Outro 1]
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