Chords for DJ Quik Pitch In On A Party

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[Bbm] _ Mama, [Abm] I know you [B] said you wanted a record that you could listen to [Db] with no cuts [B] and shit. _ _
[Bbm] I tried, _ _ [Abm] but I still [B] gotta do this.
Hell, [Bbm] chill, chill, we got the [B] bingo.
What's so much heat?
It's hard for us to pick the first [Bbm] single.
It don't matter, cause I'm underground [B] anyway.
Rich, bold, bitch, call and fly [Bbm] any day.
You dirty niggas, y'all too wack to daze.
[Abm] Y'all need to ease up off that damn, before y'all split y'all pants [Bbm] and leave that up
to fly niggas.
Young fly [B] niggas getting down, you a die niggas.
Don't try [Bbm] niggas, I don't care if you're a bitch, I don't care if you're a bitch.
I don't want your [B] bitch, cause [Abm] sorry ass women just don't get [Db] rich, you can keep her.
I'd rather have a Fifi bag, [Abm] because it's cheaper.
You can't come up for ML, [Bbm] I get steeper.
And my hold is so [B] cold, it's a sleeper.
So pass the refer.
[Bbm] And to you false ballin' niggas, just grab your crosses.
[Abm] But if you're [B] paid nigga, that's your pocket.
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[Bbm] So call up everybody, [B] let's bitch him on a [Gb] party.
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Bbm] Somebody _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _
[Bbm] _ made a potato salad, let's [Abm] take a ballot.
Or who gonna fight the hoes that make the [Bbm] party ballot?
Cause we don't need a whole crib full of [B] hoes again.
Then here come the police with them big black [Bbm] boots again.
Kickin' niggas out, [B] handcuffin' the stuff in the gang of Jackie [Abm] Chicken in they [Bbm] mug.
And trying to shine, pitching a fit.
Cause [B] somebody wrote a bud in a Henny blunt and won't pass the [Bbm] shit.
Who keeps turnin' the lights on?
[B] Why the music keeps skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas [Db] trippin'?
I don't know, I'm quick and I'm still delighted.
[B] Five hundred dollars worth of white star, bout to [Bbm] hide it.
Cause y'all ain't drinkin' mine up, you [B] better drink that E&J and Paul Osan and the rest of that [Db] line up.
You party haters need to stop.
[Abm] I think we [Ebm] really bout to patch y'all pockets.
We bout to do [Bbm] the show, you can't control me.
I [Abm] got my [Ebm] eyes and we're ballin'.
[Db] So call up everybody.
[B] Let's pitch in on a party [Bbm] to show.
You can't control me.
I [Abm] got my [Ebm] eyes and we're ballin'.
[Bbm] So call up everybody.
[B] Let's pitch in [Gb] on a [B] party [Db] to show.
My girlfriend left me today.
So which [B] one of you old raggedy ass bitches wanna come in here and [Bbm] play?
That's what my homies told her, tryna cop the cash [B] pool.
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom.
[Db] And in the kitchen and up in there on the [Abm] dance floor.
By the big screen TV.
Where your [Bbm] pants go?
Boyz niggas I swear.
[B] I'm tryna throw y'all a raggedy ass party and y'all don't even [Db] care.
Cigarette burns in my blush.
[B] Empty beer bottles in the blush.
And my bitch acting like a [Db] lush.
Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody to [D] kick this bitch a cord out. _
Move.
I gotta be some of the clumsiest motherfuckers.
To the sound.
Now [Bbm] song.
Y'all done fucked up.
Get out.
Get on.
[Abm] Speed up nigga.
Get up.
[Db] Take the heat on.
Yeah nigga.
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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ And the trunk nigga said it.
Yo pockets.
That where I'm headed.
So girls, get real queue.
[B] Show you the drill.
[Bbm] I got my eyes filled with [B] colors.
Call up everybody.
[Db] Let's bitch and _ [Abm] [B] hold the bar.
Let it [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
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[Db] get show.
Show you the drill.
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