Whateva Man chords and lyrics - REDMAN

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[Am]Micr[C#]ophon[Am]e check,
one, two (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down,
man? (Yo, whatever, man)
Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever,
man)
You, you sayin' somethin'?
(Whatever, man)
Ayo (whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keep it bangin',
keep it swangin', might have you sayin'
Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)

[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm [Am]smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way
out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean,
nigga?)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed,
I cop from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks from girls
who be freak[Bbm]s[Am]
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson
'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, [E]causing[Am]
comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I I see people
wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough
megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal
starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked,
word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E
steadily gettin' blunted
Damn, nigga,
you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt
so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the
technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend
my last [Bb]on h[Am]ydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky-eyed,
for for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this
[Bb](I can
[Am]feel it)

[Verse 3]
Yo, you ready to [Am]roll this weed up?
(Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga
out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this cheddar?
(Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off?

[Verse 4]
(Whatever, man)
[Am]I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't
graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah,
boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my
entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for,
knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when
I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was
twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and
area codes now
PPP the kind of niggas
that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya,
later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green
ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make
you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips,
you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get [Bb]the fuck out
my cypher (I can feel it)
[Am]You ready to

[Verse 5]
roll this weed up?
(Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga?
(Whatever, man)
You [Am]ready to fuck,
bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor?
[Am](Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
Whatever, [Am]man

[Verse 6]
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, [Am]man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)