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Guitar 2 / Bass

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Em    G    D    A
(two counts each whole song)


[Intro]
Em       G
Watch me do my thing, get
D      A
Lost into my scene, yeah
Em       G
Hot like New Orleans in
D     A
Cosby crew and jeans, yeah


[Verse 1]
Em                    G
They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
D                           A
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
     Em                        G
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
             D                         A
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
              Em                      G
Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
       D                           A
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
        Em                       G
Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce
            D                       A
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Em                          G
Status never mattered ever, act however
          D                    A
Like Chris-tine Aguilera, just let yourself go
Em                     G
Mad at Pressure, an en-deavour that is better left
    D                        A
Pristine track and record to let you all know
Em               G
That we would be kings even homeless
D              A
Building these kingdoms our own, just
Em                    G
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
     D                                 A                   Em
Till they're gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole


[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D    A         Em   G
    And it's all good

 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)

Em          G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D           A
Always four moves ahead of
Em        G
My competition, listen
D                A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em        G
I feel as large as Biggie
D              A
Swear it could not get better
Em        G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater


[Verse 2: Suffa]

Em                 G
I'ma step up every chance when I rumble
D                             A
They all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting
Em                 G
I'ma get drunk and dance like your uncle
D                            A
'Til I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding
Em                            G
The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over
D                           A
When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah
Em              G                         D
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
                 A
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car
Em           G
Pat Benatar, brah, loves a battlefield
D                        A
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
Em                     G
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
D                               A
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
Em                    G
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
     D                  A
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
Em                      G                     D
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
              A                          Em
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born


[Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all good
G D    A         Em
    And it's all go hoo hoo hood
G D    A         Em   G
    And it's all good

 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)

Em          G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D           A
Always four moves ahead of
Em        G
My competition, listen
D                A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em        G
I feel as large as Biggie
D              A
Swear it could not get better
Em        G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater


[Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa]
Em                 G
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
D                  A
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Em                  G
Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
D                  A
We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
Em                     G
I'll turn the art form into a blood sport
D                 A
And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
Em                   G
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
D                    A                   Em
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
G                  D A                 Em G
(Like a steam train, like a steam train,  like a steam train)


D A
Em G D A
Em G


[Chorus]
 D         A
(One, two, three, four!)
Em          G
I feel like Bobby Fischer
D           A
Always four moves ahead of
Em        G
My competition, listen
D                A
They ain't gonna stop me ever
Em        G
I feel as large as Biggie
D              A
Swear it could not get better
Em        G
I feel in charge like Biggie
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Em           G
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
D            A
Wearing that Cosby Sweater

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Requested by Matt S at Laugh and Learn Guitar