Sign me up Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]Ahh[Eb]h..[C]
Uhh, yeah, uhh! (uhh, yeah, yeah)
(click [Eb]click, [C]click click click) yeah,
[Eb]clic[C]k
shit
Homeboy (homeboy) suga (homeboy)

[Verse 2]
Chorus: e- [C]40, suga t
(repeat 4x)

[Verse 3]
[e] want me to [C]tie yo' shoes?
[s] yeah [Eb](yeahhh)
[e] want me to [C]lace you? [s] lace
me (lace me up!)
[e] suga, i'm a man and believe me, [Eb]most men is faulty

[Verse 4]
[C]They only
out for one thang and that's
to get between them drawers
[s] now dere you go with
[Eb]that dry drama captain
[C]I know you mobbin, but why you tryin
to stop my action?
[e] tear that off! you better get somewhere with that,
you trippin
[s] you know how long we been long
range pimpin
[e] i'm sayin,
[Eb]have a little class
[s] i'm 'posed [C]to break his ass right,
right?
[e] den give up [Cm]the ass!
[C][s] okay, let[Cm]'s go hit the pot
Watch 'em serve a [C]knot and get two
hundred off that cot
[e] that's [Eb]trill; crack
him for his change
[C]Get off in his narrow mind,
exercise yo' game
[s] like that? (homeboy) so quick
They call me suga break- a- trick
[e] you mean like sher[Cm]rie stack- a-
[C]grip?
[Eb][s] yeah; ain't nuttin [Cm]to it
[C]Us females ball too - somebody

[Interlude 1]
gotta do it!
[C][Eb][C]
[Eb]

[Verse 5]
[C]Chorus[Eb]
[C]
[e] i got,
three switchin beotches, christine irene and dorene
Cleanin and clurvin, listerine
and chlorine
[s] i got, trick willies,
[Eb]kickin me down allowance
[C]Buyin me clothes,
that they can't even pronounce
[e] i got, game [Eb]- off the backboard
[s] i got, [C]materialistic shit most
females can't afford
[e] how bout - fame, [Eb]money, [Cm]cars
And [C](they love the way us "rappers
ball")
[s] but let me put you up on
these schemes females practice
Screw you real good and steal the money
underneath [Cm]the mattress[C]
You got to be an [Cm]actress,
it's [Eb]conniving and [C]cunning
We fake orgasms, and make 'em think
we cuming
[Eb][e] okay; dem some cool clues
[C]I ain't gon' lie,
you laced my tennis shoes
I'ma go back [Cm]an d tell all my dudes
[C]Y'alls playin football
with basketball rules
[s] jewels - our niggaz, we make 'em
Buy engagement rings and give ulti[Cm]matums
[C][e] but see suga you ain't dealin
with no square ass [Cm]fig ure
They call [C]me earl; i can show
'em the newest way
To play the oldest game in the
world
I ain't never been one
to be suckin up to no chick
My grandaddy told me
to whip the pussy,
Don't let the pussy be the

[Interlude 2]
whip
[C][Eb][C]
[Eb][C]
[Eb]Chorus

[Verse 6]
[C]
[s] i tried to told [Eb]you about
a batch (what they did?)
Hit yo' [C]windows out with a bat
and put yo' tires on the flat
Now we can be some
[Eb]skanless sneaky sly hoes
[C]Burnin indo even though to' up
from the flo'
[e] i smell you cause i be hustlin,
[Eb]tryin to make some mail
[C]But my broad keep tryin to send
me back to jail
[s] she caught you fuckin?
[e] yeah, [Eb]now she holdin g[C]rudges
Took her keys and scratched
up my cutlass
You gotta watch us slick talkin bay
area niggaz off that gin
We'll fuck around and get drunk and
run up in yo' best [Cm]friend
[s] we pop [C]bra straps
[e] we pop [Eb]collars
[s] we bout [C]that
scrilla scratch
[e] we bout them dollars
[Cm][s] it ain't gon' [C]be no,
"fuck faces," no [Eb]dick tasters
Without [C]them big faces (what i do?) he
already tied my shoelaces
[Eb]Chorus

[Interlude 3]
[C][Cm][Eb]
[C]
[Cm][C][Eb]
[C][Eb]
[C][Cm]

[Verse 7]
[C][e- 40]
It is so en[Eb]thusiastic to hear [C]my
mouthpiece as i spoke upon the [Cm]game
[C]I promise you pimpin i a[Cm]m so open
to the [C]public about [Cm]these lrp's
Come [C]on down, to my soil right?
And i can lace the tardy people up,
i'm havin a [C]tutorin class right?
And if you need [Eb]to be tutored man,
Come on down [C]to shoestrings'n'things they'll lace
you up [Cm]real good
[C]You underdig? the pop
ya collar net[Eb]work
Up under the bosses [C]will
be bosses umbrella
And i promise you,
my mouthpiece [C]is so devestatin
And it [Eb]can not be paralyzed man
because i promise you
It ain't noth[C]in but straight g- a- m- e comin
up outta here pimpin
Homeboy, homeboy!