Just used the chords from another version, but I found it useful to have ALL the
lyrics in front of me, not just the first few lines. Also, I've tried my best to
place the chords above the exact word where he strums in the video.
I like to play it capo 2, but see what sounds good to you. Also, watch the video
for the strumming pattern and when to hold the E note (usually at the end of each verse).
Intro: Am, G, F, E (x2)
Am G
Yo I don't got bros, dont hang on the streets
F E
I dont beat my hoes, I only beat my meat.
Am G
Don't womanize 'cause you know it's true
F E
That when you look in their eyes you see they're people too
Am G F E
Mother effin suffrage
Am G F E
Mother effin suffrage!
Am G
You know I'm a gangsta, you know I do coke,
F E
But I had to go to diet, 'cause it burnt my throat.
Am G
I've been doin drive-bys all of my life,
F E
'Cept the bullets are newspapers, the car is my BIKE!
Am G F E
Yeah!
Am G F E
The car is my bike!
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E Am
I'll whip it out, clean it off, and stick it in her eye.
G F E
And by "it" I mean contact lens...
Am G F E
Unless it got dirty
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E
I got rhymes and flows that make Hitler cry.
Am G
George Bush won't, he'll just yell and rant
F E
But he's a PresiDONT who AmeriCANT
Am G F E
Oh my God, that is good, the kid is good
Am G F E
I know, I know him, yup, I swear to God!
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Am G
I spit gangsta hymns, 'cause I'm a gangsta straight,
F E
I think of 20 inch rims when I masturbate.
Am G
We're gonna be late, there's no time to waste,
F E Am
'Cause the girls that I date have a particular taste...
G F E
The taste of my weiner
Am G F E
The taste of my weiner!
Am G
Yo yo yo 3.14 apple pi,
F E
Why was I born white? No one quite knows why.
Am G
Gansgsta sell their rocks, I got a collection
F E
You couldn't get a rise out of a yeast infection.
Am G
Yo yo I'm a lyrical heretic but I'll make you laugh,
F E
Hit you with rhetoric, that'll cut you in half.
Am G
I don't need to be a clown, I don't need to be nice,
F E
How 'bout you sit down, and I serve you slice...
Am G F E
Of my 3.14 apple pi my voice is so smokey it'll make you high
Am G
Here's a confession: it's all about me,
F E
Here's my impression of a broken jet ski.
Am G F
Buh duh da duh duh, da da da da da duh duh duh da da
E Am G F E
Fill me with gas!
Am G
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Am G
Here come the puns, here come the puns
Am G
All you little thugs wanna mess me with me?
F E
Know that I've been doin' drugs since the age of 3.
Am G
I took my cereal, stabbed it open with a knife,
F E
Snorted that shit and I got high on LIFE.
Am G
Yo yo a guy asked me for change, saying my mind was too dense,
F E
I said you won't make cents if you don't make sense.
Yeah, big finale!
Am G
You know I flow and show it, you know that Bo know it,
F E
You're lawn I'll mow it and grow it cause he's a sho' poet.
Am G
Yo my rims be spinning I winning, like Adam I be sinning.
F E
Potato skinnnin' and knittin' and separate those linens.
Am G
And in my eyes you see flies, and though you people tries
F E
Just to disguise all your lies, but baby I be wise.
Am G
You know I did it and shit it you brothers couldn't hit it,
F E Am G F E
Then you try to ride it, too late - I already spit it.
Am G F E
I already spit it!
