Chords for Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - 1985 (Official Video)

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_ _ _ Yes, once you dip, you got a trip.
I'm coming back for that dip.
I'm gonna dip that nigga like a chip.
He in a barrel.
We can bury the body down there, or we can bury the motherfucker over there.
Ain't nobody gonna find the motherfucker in the studio.
Tell me, where you hiding the ass?
Shit, it's in the dip.
Every nigga from now on, from Twanky Twanky on in, getting hit with the dip.
Burning niggas assholes off all year round.
What's this thing you got about assholes?
Oh man, you back an asshole, you gonna lose yours.
The pants is like assholes.
It's literal.
Yeah, it's literal.
We're burning niggas, we're dipping niggas in the dip ass first.
So the ass don't trip no more.
_ Everything gotta be slow.
It gotta be swift.
It gotta move quick.
Two things I ain't never seen, man.
It's a turtle with speed and a bitch I need.
You know what I'm saying, man?
_ I need a bitch.
_ Fuck that.
_ I'm not on the fine shit.
[N] _ Take the garbage out, motherfucker.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Yeah, don't lose the beat, [D] motherfucker.
Take the garbage out.
I just up the flows up to [Bb] God level, nigga.
Yeah.
[D] Yeah, yeah.
I just up the flows up to [Bb] God level, nigga.
Yeah.
[D] Check, check.
Yeah.
[Bb] Check, check.
[C] Yeah.
[D] Check, check.
[A] Yeah.
Bitch.
[Bb] Check, check.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Call the thing to a [D] whole thing, whole game work.
Hit a bitch with that extended clip with that [Bb] revolver, shit, it serve the same purpose.
Eagles beaming up to Scotty in my crack, [D] LaBiaka smell the cane burning.
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I [Bb] travel with a cocaine circus.
Put them FNXs on your clowned ass, catch a [D] nigga up and leave him down bad.
I go get a pack and take a nigga town and fuck his [Bb] bitches with my out of town ass.
Vamo [C] niggas like Nagasaki, rocking next to my [D] pocket, I like a Bacchi.
Drop the check on the [A] feminine niggas, be looking like baby [Bb] mamas in these Maseratis.
Bitch, I fuck up your face [C] with a razor high, make sure your motherfucking [D] family can't do your body.
Nigga, thugging this shit, put my blood in this shit, prick my finger, [Bb] Alfredo Illuminati.
Yo, [C] Pesci, put your product, these niggas is [D] sweeter than Joe Exotic.
They gonna run like a shot, so fuck the police, there's a nigga be [Bb] chilling in the Havoc.
[C] Police caught him with a whole thing, now they [D] snitching, man, whole game working.
Gangland made a lane and it did my [Bb] name in it, it's a gang murder.
All [G] my reps in the crack vows, bitch, I got [D] them up at the ball.
I'm the reason your mama [A] be smoking that Rilla when ripping them [Bb] contenders off.
Eagles [C] beaming up to Scotty in my crack, [D] LaBiaka smell the cane burning.
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie Cain, [Bb] it'll be a gang murder.
1985 Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel [D] with a cocaine circus.
Flow God level like when Rose speak, I make a song, [Bb] we about to gang hurt.
Bitch, [D] yeah, yeah.
Flow God level like when Rose speak, I make a song, [Bb] we about to gang hurt.
[C] Yeah.
_ [D] _ _ _ [Bb] Chick, chick. _ _
_ [D] _ Chick, chick.
Chick.
We be [Bb] chick, chick.
We got everybody in the house, [Cm] man.