Here We Go chords and lyrics - Z-RO

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[Intro 1]
[Am][F][Am][G][Am][G]
[Am][G][Am]
[G][F][G][Am][G]
[Dm][G][Am]

[Verse 1]
It's [F]boss
[Am]hogg [F]Kyleon, and I'm fuc[Am]kin' with the king
We bout to drop a [G]fo' [F]in a
twenty ounce [Dm]blue cream
I place [F]the order out in [Dm]cali. for [F]the p.t.
We get [Am]money while you niggas still asleep,
and a
[F]It's three [F#dim]in the morning,
[Am]in the kitchen c[F]ooking o[G]z.s[Am]
Block [G]to bleed, niggas [Dm]to feed,
if I [F]drop' em on 12 [Dm]comin' back 21
It's [Am]80 sipper[F]s out the book,
I move' em [Am]one by one
See my hands is fast,
my cook game raw
I don't [G]need no pyrex, gimme
a [Dm]coffe mug jar
And I [G]whip it to the left,
whip it [Dm]to the r[G]ight[Am]
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar,
straight to [F]the scale
[G]Wrap it up in [Dm]plastic, straight to the mail
It's [G]boss [Dm]hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike [G]D
[Am]Bleeds the block cause I am
the streets

[Verse 2]
[Chorus: x2] Here [Am]we
go
Kyleon and the [F]King of [Am]the G[G]hetto
[Am]Nigga we ain't [Dm]got no love for you h[G]oes
All we [Dm]tryna do is keep collecting [Am]dough
Go get it, and come back get
that white as snow
Candied doors,
yeah they open up and [G]close
[Dm]Run up on us bitch you won't
run up no [G]more
Cause [Dm]we will slide yo[G] bitch
[Bdim]ass across the flo[Am], flo, flo

[Verse 3]
I know y'all [Am]rappers can't stand
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Also focused [G#dim]on nothin'[Am]
but makin' my [G]mail
Ain't got [Dm]no time to[G] waste,
cause the [F]rap [Am]game is damn [G]near [Am]dead
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto,
came to raise rap from it's death bed
Every song they play on
the radio is bullshit homie
Them [G]niggas got [Am]they blow up,
but we got that good shit [G]homie
Matter fact you might even [Dm]overdose
Cause [G]I've been known
[Dm]to cause blood clots
I [Am]should been known to [F]be a killa,
but a [Am]bitch killa I never was not
I've always kept it real,
even when everybody around me was [G]fake
They don't make like me no [Dm]more,
my [Am]kind don't [Dm]break under [G]pressure
It's death before dishonor nigga
So that means be[Am]fore a rat,
like mickey mouse
I'll be another job for the grave digger
I ain't going back behind
the fences with the razors
If I'm [G]locked up in the peniten[Dm]tiary,
I can't make no [G]paper[Dm]
So the [G]last time I went,
[Dm]was the last time I'm [G]ever gone be in
[Bm]Instea[Am]d of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home,
that's what [G]I[Am][Dm][G][Dm][Am]
live in
[G][Dm][G][Dm]

[Verse 4]
[Chorus: x2]
[Z- Ro:]
[G]Now [Bdim]every ti[Am]me I ride,
I got a [G]pistol on my [Am]side
[G]Screwed Up Click until it's
[Am]over on the [Dm]Southside
I keep my mind on my money,
and money on my mind
I ain't got no time no play,
I'm on a 24 hour [Am]grind
Haters wanna see me [Dm]fallin'
off of [Am]my game
They hat[G]in' cause when [Dm]they
see me I'm hav[G]in' thangs
Dig these [Dm]blues, if you jack me,
I'm [G]jacking [Dm]you back
[G]24 7 on
[Am]my cloth[F]es,
I keep my [Am]hand on my strap

[Verse 5]
See I'm [Am]somethin' like a playa,
somethin' like [F]a pimp
[G]Gangsta strut on when when I [Am]limp [Dm]like this
Is [G]re- turn of rapper [Dm]slash
[G]the hoo[Dm]d fel[E]la[Dm]
[Am]Lookin' for a rap to get my
groove back like Stella
[F]Still got a sack of that A- 1 good yella
[E]With a baby glock, ready
to [Am]rock up [E]out fellas
[Dm]Hit me on th[F]e cella,
[E]ain't a damn thang [Am]change
Yeah, (you know me) nigga I'm still
the drank man

[Outro 1]
[Chorus: x2]
[Am][G][Am][Dm]
[G][Dm][Am]
[F][Am][G]
[Dm][G][Dm][G][Bdim]
[Am][F]
[G][Dm][G][Dm]
[Am][F]
[G]