The Grunge Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D#m]Car 36[Em], 36, we got
a situation in progress
[D#m]37 between [Em]5th and 6th
We got a possible homicide
All cars, all cars,
we got a situation [D#m]down

[Verse 2]
Ayo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots [D#m]of hypnotic
Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz- knock, Bob Diz- noc
Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz- not
Right in your hiz- ead, you'll be diz- ed
Don't front on this nigga,
I'mma from New York Ci- zey!
Ya'll butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around,
talkin' backward with stutter speak
Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh,
buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south,
you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that
papi chino power you
White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
I don't español, I play imposter
I was like "Mamacita,
yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my casa
She was like "Nigga!
You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the [Em]decks

[Verse 3]
[Em]
[D#m]I'm the ace in the deck,
still casin' a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead,
buck buck
The bass and the treb', the space
in the back
Where chumps walk by,
and they face get slapped
I'm not known to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, [D#m]son,
so I don't walk [D#m]a lot
[B#]Got ten chic[D#m]ks, so I don't hawk a lot
Been around the world,
but I love New York a lot
Especially [D#]up in[D#m] Bedstuy, with
those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort [D#m]Green,
with those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-
Z and Puffy's
You get robbed,
bucked [D#m]down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
[E]Fuckin' the mics is my hobby

[Verse 4]
[D#m]Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby, [D#m]Bobby

[Outro 1]
[D#m][Em]