Clipse - Hot Damn (Video) ft. Ab-Liva, Pharrell, Rosco P. Coldchain Chords

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That is saying we too harsh.
New verses please.
_ _ [Cm] _ Hot [Gm] damn, _ it's a new day.
_ _ [Cm] _ Hot [Gm] damn, but the boys want the money.
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Woo, woo, _ _ [Cm] _ woo.
When you [Gm] say, when you say.
Hot damn.
_ [Cm] My how the [Gm] boys grown, from roaming low income homes
to homes of his own.
[Cm] No catching up, he's in a whole nother [Gm] zone.
Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome.
[Cm] Haters stay clear of him, y'all stand cheer [Gm] for him.
Got about the game and overcame.
Let's hear it for him, keep a [Cm] new toy.
So I wonder [Gm] how could I not enjoy life?
I'm reliving my childhood.
[Cm] Big chain monster, with gang [Gm] bonkers.
Monster truck from my hammered Tomcat.
[Cm] Diamond F color, plush gold, [Gm] still gutter.
My dealers in the mills, mother and I ain't stutter.
_ [Cm] Bittersweet, my life's a [Gm] musical.
From holding O's to both goals, the Lord's beautiful.
[Cm] Before him, I'm too shamed to show my [Gm] face.
But she so mean, can't help but depart.
Peace.
_ [Cm] _ Hot [Gm] damn, _ it's a new day.
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[Gm] _ But the boys want the money.
[Cm] Hot damn, when they hit the [Gm] pan and twist and it tumbles it.
Flips and it fumbles, I [Cm] mix it like gumbo.
I mix it so [Gm] subtle, I keep hustling.
Puzzle feds, I gotta wonder at.
[B] What happened to that [Gm] boy?
Six maneuver, kinda slipping to that toy.
Is it [Cm] the pimple truck, the hustle thing?
[Gm] The man, the music, the making, the king.
Comfortably building my [Cm] mink.
A million men marching like [Gm] Kong.
I'm the King Kong, reverse making the world sing.
My heart's [Cm] on a sleeve for y'all faces [Gm] just like mine.
Picking two balls, hoping the sun shines on them.
[Cm] But you still got to watch your phony.
[Gm] Watch your homie, G.
Got you, homie.
_ [Cm] _ Hot [Gm] damn, _ it's a new day.
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[Gm] _ But the boys want the money.
[Cm] Ugh, handle him like none other.
[Gm] Wrist over the stove, head under the cupboard.
In [Cm] the kitchen to the fume, make me feel [Gm] smothered.
The way it melt, jeans can't believe it's not butter.
The way it [Cm] melt, he won't cop from none [Gm] other
than he who holds old like Krispy Kreme's oven.
Or [Cm] Easy-Fake, pink babies [Gm] make the presidential look
like strawberry shortcake.
Imagine [B] that Rolls-Royce crashed and [D] me unscratched
and that billionaire boy's good fashion.
[Gm] Huh, [Cm] you're just as close to hand out [Gm] stout
like ice cream cones.
Get the fuck out of here.
That's for real, my [Cm] goose is real.
SL5 is [Gm] looking like the Batmobile.
Chrome lips with the matching wheel.
[Cm] Uh, both chains probably [Gm] match your deal.
Y'all dudes is a act for real.
Push up.
[Cm] Huh, _
[Gm] _ _ it's a new day.
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Neither the sun [Cm] nor death can be looked at.
That's what the OG [Gm] told me.
It was the exact moment I decided to take a pack.
[Cm] And if you owe me and if I decided [Gm] to take it back,
I wouldn't nicely expect Roscoe to put you back [Cm] in place
on what you call a destructive [Gm] warpath.
It'll be two thousand of these four cash.
You a [Cm] gangster, I can't tell.
Diamonds don't [Gm] glimmer when the light hit it.
Those jewels aren't genuine.
Because if they was, I'm [Cm] nice with it.
I would've been took [Gm] that.
That skinny stack in your pocket,
I would've been shook that.
In [Cm] this world, you gotta watch it.
I'm here to warn [Gm] ya.
Cats turn and fall over, over-wrapped and wacked.
[Cm] My son's home crying, don't give me no slack.
[Gm] Put some other money in the bag.
These words are being [Cm] said as I hide behind glove and [Gm] mask.
Code change, not just simple kook-kook.
I'm being watched.
Look [Cm] at the camelotters in the bush.
Hot [Gm] damn!
_ It's a new day!
_ [Cm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ Bunch of boys want them.
Money, man.
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ Hot! _