They ready chords and lyrics - DJ KHALED

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[Intro 1]
[Am][Dsus4]
[D][Dsus4]

[Verse 1]
[D]DJ [Em]Khaled!
And you know it don't stop,
grindin' round that clock
Masterminding my second album,
my first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down,
niggas thought I was gon' flop
[C]See I [Em]hustle like my momma but I
look just like my [C]pops[Em]
And we still duckin' cops,
ride round and takin' shots
Hennessy for my enemies,
niggas know I'm takin' they spot
'Cause that score up on the play clock,
show just how I came from way back
Just like T- I- P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin' [Bm]like Aesop,
Aesop get a [Am]grip
Oh that's your dream car? Nigga
that's my old whip
[Dsus4]Oh that's your dream gir[D]l?
Nigga that's my old bitch
[Am]Oh that's your new flow?
Nigga that's my old shit!
This [D]that new Krit shit, that Cole shit,
them country [Em]niggas

[Verse 2]
One [Em]for the money, two for the show
[C]Three for them hoes saying
anything goes
They say they [Em]ready for whatever!
They say they [C]ready for whatever
[Em]I been around the world, twice to be exact
[C]Six bad bitches and they
lapped up in the back
They say they [Em]ready for whatever!
They say they ready [C]for whatever

[Verse 3]
[C]Shawty look [Em]what we got,
my bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
was to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to
and you up in arms 'cause [C]she bopped
[Em]I hate to say it but I got to say that I
wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters,
fuck these hoes that ain't slammin' doors on they drop
Y'all niggas too young to remember how to
the south used to be but I'm not
So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs,
SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit,
bitch wait til my [Bm]album drop [Am](get 'em cuh)
Say that's yo' new car? Nigga
that's my old slab
[Dsus4]Say that's yo' new bitch[D]?[Dsus4]
Nigga that's my [Em]old stab
[Am]Oh that's yo new flow?
That [Em]shit sound so trash
[Am]This that [D]new KRIT[Em] shit, that Cole shit,[D]
them country [Em]niggas

[Verse 4]
[Em]Hol' up, [C]but don't forget
about Compton nigga
[Em]One for the money, two for the show
[C]Three for no limit and
the rest for death row
That [Bm]means I been bout [Em]it bout it and this
is the realist shit I ever wrote
[Bm]And if[C] anyone ever doubt it then they
are the loudest of liars I know
I only de[Em]sire to blow,
she only desire to blow
And I hope that my [C]dick is a whistling flute,
[Em]and that's not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker [C]drag like
RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, [Em]I can admit, I'm a recovered addict,
paraphernalia [C]that is
[Em]Telling the doctor I'm sick,
head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it,
if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when
I floor it that's when I [C]switch gears
[Em]Living my life on Uranus,
uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck,
repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh
Bitch I'm demanding respect,
these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had cal[Bm]lus,
holding the torch ain't no challenge, [Em]ain't it

[Verse 5]
One for the money, two for the show
[C]Three for them hoes saying
anything goes
They say they [Em]ready for whatever!
They say they [C]ready for whatever
[Em]I been around the world, twice to be exact
[C]Six bad bitches and they
lapped up in the back
They say they ready [Em]for whatever!
They say they [C]ready for whatever (for whatever,
for whatever, for whatever)