Hợp âm Goodie Bag (All Mixes)

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[Verse 1]
[B]Put[Em][D][Dm]
[B]some fir[Em]e
on that ass end of dat weed
Cause [D]in da swat's red hots
don't drip [B]or bleed
[Em]'Cause', you know me, givin' me

[Verse 2]
[Em]
left hand dap
[D]P- funk [Dm]be ridin' shot gun esc[B]ort
your window [Em]broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips [D]chap,
mornin' slap some
Soul [B]in my bread [Em]basket gap contain
"x" marks the spot
[D]Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A [B]stew of empty [Em]gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly [D]think,
but it ain't gonna stop [Dm]no show
[Em]Ol' burd puttin a buzz
in you ear
"It's gonna [D]snow"
or maybe perhaps sleet
Rap up [Bm]the beat outside [Em]barely
made it to your wake
Lookin' [D]like Mr. fisher,
dickie [Dm]down no suit, no tie
[B]Niggas ain[Em]'t gonna be able
to just get by no mo'
[D]You leavin' the hotel 254[Dm]

[Verse 3]
Today was good [B]to me,
I [Em]went to the Goodwill
With the ten dollar bill,
got that [D]London Fog out the back paid the man
[B]Me [Em]and Khujo and T- Boo,
three jack lumbers
[D]On the loose, cut your ass Lo like Cee
Be [B]under the water,
[Em]half these figures around me be hollering Newt
Now what the fuck [D]has this
politician did for you
Complain, [B]complain but [Em]Mr.
Clampett ain't gon' change
Just rib your ass up [D]just to gut
your pockets out
I heard [B]Bill put two [Em]G's up
for some folks
That they [D]found in they house
beat up and I don't discuss
[B]That color [Em]scheme that they fall on
Cause the scheme that they fall
[D]on don't match with my tone
See, I [B]wonder will I [Em]walk the
streets in 1995
[D]And not have to make bond
from [B]254, uh
[Em]Will somebody please turn
the lights [D]on 166
I can't see where the [Dm]fuck I'm going
[B]I can't do [Em]shit but get mad
I can't keep get Billie and [D]his uncle
out my [Dm]fucking Goodie Bag

[Verse 4]
Without your [B]shank you can't [Em]thank
Without your niggas you up the creek,
[D]stank with a ass fool of [Dm]ore
Taking what I [B]say for what it's [Em]worth,
it don't matter
Cause how I feel might be [D]triggered from
thoughts I had in the past
Now I struggle to [B]reach the
sky [Em]why try so hard
If all I'mma get [D]is spit on cause life
at the bottom ain't hitting on [B]shit
But [Em]some of these folks is gettin rich
I know about mines, unwind,
[D]can't take at times going [Dm]through
The [B]same drama [Em]that got me
here in this state of mind
[D]Red- hot in the summer time
[Dm]First

[Verse 5]
[D]of all, I [Em]stand a little more
than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga,
I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't
know or can't see
That it ain't even wise stepping
to me incorrectly
But yet [Em]still when nigga's
feel they can deal
I will split your ass up for real,
cause we the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so
I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
[B]Tra[Em]cks are being made
[D]by Organo- I- Z- E
Why we cooling in the [Dm]shade
Ain't getting [B]paid for [Em]chilling,
illing, willing
[D]To do what I got to do to come
[Dm]thru your [Bm]speaker
[Em]Cee- Lo, he will never come
[D]weaker
Uniquer than a lot of [Dm]MC's out today
[Bm]Because I'm [Em]more than
careful about what I [D]say
When I pick up a microphone it's on
[B]Them better lea[Em]ve me alone,
I'm in my zone
[D]Prone to snap if [Dm]you offer me a chance
[B]Like it when them [Em]chunky hoes can dance,
I'll enhance
The [D]microphone when it's in my [Dm]grip,
I do not slip
[B]I can't forget my nigga's Jo,[Em] T- Mo,
and Gipp
[D]Ha- ha- ha, well Great Scott, is he a [Dm]thief?
It [B]seems like he [Em]has a mouth
full of gold teeth
[D]I smile, because your eye
[Dm]s can't take the [D]glare
But [Bm]Cee- Lo, him don't [Em]care, I
cut off all my hair
And everybody stop and [D]stare
when we come in the place
[Dm]And I can get [B]on the mic w[Em]ith
no time to waste
Get right [D]up in your face,
kick the flavor you taste
And when I'm [B]on the micro[Em]phone,
it's a damn disgrace
How you [D]don't comprehend
what I'm saying to you
And I'm the [B]C, the double [Em]E
from the Goodie Mo Crew
I'm coming [D]thru, I'm coming true,
ooh, I can't even stop
[Dm]It's Cee- Lo B,
I'm [Em]down with that nigga pop, pop, pop
And my nigga Mike L, and Bert P
And my nigga Pretty Ken,
you know he down with me
We from At[Em]lanta, G- A, that is where we stay
I'm [Em]digging all in the Goodie Bag
each and every day
[Em]Ooh shit!
[Em]Put

[Verse 6]
[B]some fire on[Em]
that ass end of dat weed
[D]Cause in da swat's red hots
don't [Em]drip or bleed
[B]Put some fire [Em]on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause [D]in da swat's red hots
don't [Em]drip or [B]bleed
Put some fire [Em]on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause [D]in da swat's red hot
[Dm]s don't drip [Em]or bleed
[B]Put some fire [Em]on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause [D]in da swat's red hots
don't drip or bleed
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red hots
don't drip or [D]bleed
Put some fire on that ass
end of dat weed
Cause in da swat's red
hots don't drip or bleed