Pick It Up Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am](Get on down)
Pick [C]it up, [Am]pick it up
Pick [Bb]it up, pick [Am]it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick [C]it up, [Bb]pick it up
If you [Am]find a bag of weed on
[Dm]the floor mother[Am]fucker
What the fuck you [C]gon' [Bb]do?
(Get on down)
Pick it up, [Am]pick it up
[C]Pick it up, pick it up
[Am](Get[C] on down)
Pick it [Bb]up, pick it up

[Verse 2]
While I [C]crack a cold Beck's and keep
[Am]the hoes in check
The double-S vest vest nigga
wreck [Bb]the discotheque
[Am]Sit back re[C]lax and while
my Squad kick [Am]tacks
Then tap your [C]man back and [Bb]be like
"Did you see that??"
[Am]Ahh yes, [C]comin from the North
South [Am]East West
Hold [C]your nose and take [Bb]a deep breath,
[Dm]recess
[Am]We b[C]less, mics, three times a [Am]day
Three times a night,
it all [Bb]equals [Dm]sub liminal [Am]sequels
[C]Strictly laughing [Am]at MC's
Lyrics [C]for years that [Bb]run
more than ten deep
[Am]Niggas be li[C]ke "Ahh
he changed [Am]his style up"
Shut [C]the fuck up, [Bb]ya still a dick-ridah
[Am]It's nine-six so s[C]o get [Am]wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit shit shit [C]shit
when that [Bb]oth er Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, [C]Listen, must we forget, I [Am]originated
All that wild [C]shit,
[Bb]that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
[Am]That jump up and ready to
[C]fuck shit up [Am]now shit
Brick City!! [Bb]Is where I get down kid
[Am]Peace to all m[C]y
buddah smokers [Am]on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick [Bb]City runs shit

[Verse 3]
[Am](Get[C] on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and [Dm]tecs
And Def [Am]Squad always got some fly
[Bb]shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say [Am]what? Got some fly shit on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly [Bb]shit
on [Am]deck
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some [Bb]fly shit
[Am]on deck[C][Am][C]
[Bb]
[Am](Get down)

[Verse 4]
First of all, MC's be on [C]my balls,
[Am]straight up
Pubic hairs [C]and everything,
[Bb]lick the whole plate up
[Am]Bay [C]Area, roll up your Las V[Am]egas
To [C]all MC's, I [Bb]love it that you hate us
[Am]Drop skill[C]s that might send
wind [Dm]chill factor[Am]s
Back [C]through Patterson, [Bb]J.C
[Am]And Hacken-sack
[C]Step uncorrect and get [Am]blackened
The assassin,
[Bb]find da MC's by the jazz [Am]men
I [C]don't tote guns I tote [Am]funds
While you still [C]puzzled how
[Bb]my antidote runs
[Am]Your [C]whole vocabulary's played [Am]out ,
admit it
Still wack [C]if it came [Bb]out my mouth and
I spit [C]it (Get on down)
You remind me of school on a [Am]Sunday
No [C]class, beatin [Bb]all King's down
Doin [C]over seventy, [Dm]in a Hy[Am]undai, blast
Give em a [C]good reason to [Bb]open Alcatraz
[Am]Back, no[C]body got t[Am]he Red shook
Been a weirdo ever since
the [Bb]doctor said PUSH
[Am]Def Squad [C]skills make [Am]it hard
to overlook me
That's why the hardcore [Bb]promoters
still book [Am]me
You shook [Dm]G, word up[Am], hah hah
[C](Get on [Bb]down) If you

[Verse 5]
[Am]
see a bag [C]of weed on
[Am]the floor motherfucker
What the fuck [C]you gon do
Pick [Bb]it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
If you [Am]see a bitch p[C]assed [Am]out on
the fuckin' ground
What the fuck you gon do
[Bb]Pick her up, pick her up
(Get on down)
I keep it [C]fly [Am]y'all[C][Bb]
Fly [Am]fly[C][Dm][Am]
[C]y'a[Bb]ll (5X)
(Get on [Am]down)
Aiyyo, don't ride [C]the dick of these [Am]real MC's

[Verse 6]
We pull
Joints like [C]Spike and blow
[Bb]crews to degrees
[C]Then we buy G's with a half
a pound [Am]of dope MC's
We bag for cheese [Bb]just to get weed
[Am]Smoke [C]indoneez I'm milky lik[Am]e
Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three,
rest rest rest [Bb]rest them car thieves
[Am]Guzzlin quart for spor[Dm]ts
of all [Am]sorts
Nonchalant spark
[Bb]buddah on the front porch
At [Am]courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel feel feel feel feel feel feel
feel [C]feel feel the [Bb]Solo type [Dm]remedy
[Am]Then freeze.... (Get on do[Am]wn) hah,
ha-hah
[C]Where was [Am]I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with finger
[Bb]s up your bitch [Dm]dress
[Am]Don't play close cause jeal[C]ousy
make folks act [Am]loc
[C]Another nigga [Bb]smoked
from impression
[Am]Second guessin my verbal [C]weapon,
[Am]you're lettin
Spit, sixteen [Bb]bit s, come equipped
And I [Am]still walk around with
[C]the hooked [Am]up
Motorola flip on [C]my hip,
[Bb]fuck the government
Drop [Am]shit, it's a mi[C]croscopic [Am]topic
How I stay mo' bent
[Bb]than McDonald [Dm]arches
[Am]And uptown got the l[C]a-la spots
[Am]spots
And bad ass hoes [Bb]with [Am]54-11 Reeboks
[C]But still, I walk around with
[Am]the grill
Cause niggas be [C]blinded by [Bb]this
hip-hop shit shit for real
[Am]I ain'[C]t havin that,
I'm clap[Am]pin shit
Fuck this [C]rappin shit,
[Bb]I cause accidents
[Am]To any,[C]
MC who wonder what [Am]got in me
To get busy,
[Bb]it's simply Ginger and Remi
[Am]It don't [C]stop, Def Squad crew [Am]is hot
Fillin up your [C]brain with su[Bb]preme octane,
and it's on
(Get on down)