Dwyck - Gangstarr ft. Nice & Smooth Chords

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_ _ _ Oh yeah, another gangsta short shot.
_ Preachering the one and only, the H-H-H-Handler Handler Roy, nice and still.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
A gangsta has got to be the short shot.
Nice.
This movement's got to be the short shot.
A gangsta has got to be the short shot.
Nice.
This movement's got to be the short shot.
A Greg nice.
A [Ebm] Greg N-I-C-E.
Domino basal.
[N] Ah, we, we.
We.
Rock for a fee, not free.
Maybe I'll do it for charity.
Tell my employer or my employee, cause making Greg N-I-C-E, very M-A-D.
They'll never [B] ever think of searching me.
I work too hard for [N] my royalty.
Put lead in your neck and drink a cup of tea.
Be steroid alert and kick a free.
Ooh la la, ah, we, we.
I say Muhammad Ali, you say glacious clay.
I say butter, you say parquet.
It's all right if you want to make a sway.
On my way uptown, took juice to the tray.
I originate, they duplicate.
I praise the Lord and keep faith.
It's all right, keep biting that debate.
Nine, two, uh, one year later.
Peace out, premier.
Take me out with the fader. _ _ _
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_ I chant eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
I wreck the mic like a pimp [Eb] in Seoul.
[E] Here's how it goes, I am a genius.
I mean this, I shape this, you'll take this.
I'm kind of fiendish.
You wish that you could come into my neighborhood.
Me and my mental [N] state, still I'm five foot eight.
Crazy as I want to be, cause I make it orderly.
You could say I'm sort of the boss, or get lost.
The brother who will make you change opinion.
Dominions, I'm in them when it's time to kick this from the heart.
Cause I get a piece of the action.
Feeling satisfaction from the street crowd [G] reaction.
Chump full guns when they feel afraid.
Too late when they dip in the kick, they get sprayed.
Lemonade was a popular drink and it's still is.
I get more props and stunts than [Abm] Bruce Willis.
A poet like Blankston Hughes and [N] can't lose when I cruise.
Out on the expressway, leaving the bodega, I say suave.
Premier's got more beats than bronze got hay.
Clip sirens, set it into my gun.
So I can take the money, never have to run. _
Toot me, _ toot me, [Eb] _ _
[N] _ _ _ toot me.
Look G, I left my filly at home, do you have another?
I want to get blunted my brother.
Now may I make a mark, then make a spark over this fat track.
Or should I say dope beat, silk track.
Delete all of the wick wack that want to be abstract.
But they lack the new knack that's coming from way, way back.
Hey yo Premier, please pass that boot sack.
You hear we quit, no way, bull hitch.
I told you before we come back with more hits.
I provide ripe labor, so you can sketch me.
Do me a favor, don't try to catch me.
Slightly ahead of the game, I'm not a lame.
Ask him, he'll tell you the same, he knows my name.
Smooth, I drop jewels like paraphernalia.
I'm infallible, not into failure.
Like a rhinoceros, my speed is prosperous.
And pure knowledge expands from my esophagus.
I ride it at night to bring truth to the light.
My dialogue is my oak, a smooth beat will never [B] bite. _ _ _
The Toe Quiz, I'm back.
_ _ _ The Toe Quiz, I'm back with more hits.
The Toe Quiz, I'm back.
The Toe Quiz, _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
more hits. _ _ _ _ _
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