Chords for DJ Quik - Pitch In On a Party

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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[Bbm] _ _ [Abm] Mama, I [B] know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to [Bbm] with no cuts and [B] issues.
_ I [Bbm] tried, but I [B] still gotta do this. _
[Bbm] Jingle, jingle, we've got [B] the lingo.
With so much heat, it's hard for us to pick the first single.
[Bbm] It don't matter, cause I'm [B] underground anyway.
Rich, bold, call and fly any [Bbm] day.
You dirty niggas, y'all too wack [B] to dance.
Y'all need to ease up off that damn, or y'all split y'all bands [Db] and leave that up to mine.
This young fly is [B] getting down.
Do or die, just don't try this.
[Bbm] I changed my mind, I don't [B] want your_
Cause sorry ass women just don't get rich, [Bbm] you can keep her.
I'd rather have a Fifi bag [B] because it's cheaper.
You can't come up for air now, I [Db] get steeper.
And my hold is [Abm] so cold, it's a sleeper.
So pass the [Ebm] reefer.
After [Bbm] you false ballin', it's just grab [Abm] your crotons.
But if you pay, [Ebm] that's your pocket.
[Bbm] If you put [Abm] your_
Out the mud, [Ebm] I ain't tell nobody.
[Bbm] So call up everybody.
[B] Let's get jam on the [Gb] party.
If [Bbm] you put your_
[Abm] Out the [B] mud, I ain't tell nobody.
[Bbm] So call up [Abm] everybody.
Let's get jam on [Gb] the party. _
[Db] Somebody's waiting for Taylor's salad.
Let's take [Abm] a ballot.
Or who gonna invite the_
Who's gonna make the party [Bbm] ballot?
Cause we don't need a whole crib full of Utes [B] again.
And here come the police with them big black boots [Bbm] again.
Kicking niggas out.
[B] Handcuffing the stuff in the gang of Jackie Chicken in they mouth.
[Db] And Tyna Shine pitching a fit.
Cause somebody [B] wrote a_
In the heat blunt and won't pass the_
[Bbm] Who keeps turning the lights [B] on?
Why the music keeps skipping?
And why these dirty khaki_
[Bbm] I don't know, I'm quick and I'm still delighted.
[B] Five hundred dollars worth of white star, about to [Bbm] hide it.
Cause y'all ain't drinking mine up.
You better [B] drink that E&J and Parmesan and the rest of that [Db] line up.
You party haters need to stop.
[Abm] I think we're really [Ebm] about to patch y'all pockets.
[Bbm] To shower, you got your_
[Abm] I got [Ebm] mine, I got mine.
[Bbm] So call up everybody.
[B] Let's pitch in on a party.
To [Bbm] shower, you got your_
[Abm] I got mine, [Ebm] I got mine.
[Bbm] So call up [Abm] everybody.
Let's pitch in [Ebm] on a party.
Hey baby, [Bbm] my girlfriend left me today.
[Abm] So which one of you old ragged_
Is gonna come in here and play?
[Bbm] That's what my homies told her, trying to cop the can.
[B] Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs [Db] bathroom.
And in the kitchen and up in there on the [Abm] dance floor.
Body mixed with green TV.
Where your [Bbm] pants go?
Boy, you're hip as I swear.
I'm [B] about to throw y'all a raggedy ass party.
And y'all don't even [Bbm] care.
Cigarette burns in my blush.
[Abm] Empty beer bottles in the plush.
And my_
[Bbm] Acting like a lush.
Boy, what else could go wrong?
[N] Somebody to kick the stitching cord out_
Move.
I've gotta be some of the clumsiest mother_
To the sound.
Now, [Bbm] so_ Y'all_ Get out.
Get on.
[B] Speed up.
Get up.
Take the lead [Bbm] on.
Yeah. The trunk.
You said it.
[B] Your pockets.
That's where I'm headed.
Kick up.
[Bbm] Yeah.
_ [Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] Yeah.
Like a [Bbm] mother_ _ [B] Hell yeah. _ _ _ _
[Bbm] Yeah.
_ _ [B] _ _ All that.
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[Bbm] Yeah.
Yeah.
_ [Abm] _ [Ebm] _ That's right.
[Bbm] _ _ [Abm] Like a mother_ _ _ _
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