Chords for Here Come The Lords (Explicit)

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I'm a _ say that's back and do it on the double from a demo to a bone our head on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video Same one?
Same one!
Context whole not, and crazy similarities through the whole ride
I'm not worried though, I'm flipping hits from the grill
And in the underground only real stays real
So I'm checking the skills, the skills I counted earlier
Here come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill
Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords,
_ here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the [G] Lords _
[F#] Ay yo, Marley!
Yo, what's up, Mac?
Do you hear these suckers trying to clock the Lord Chief, doctor?
I hear him, bitch, so put the clothes on your boo!
Huzzah, I'm trying to pick you up because they get my style from him
Ay yo, wait a minute, remember to take these shots around the round back
Yo, but wasn't that your boss?
Now they gotta step down fast!
Yo, man, I'm sweating, this your old mother calling Mr.
Funky
You know, Jess, give me some of that brass, brass monkey
Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, Mr.
Funky, don't you see me?
I told you we were coming, you suckers didn't believe me
Skipper, my Lord style looks like Dr.
Ripper
I'm hanging out the rappers like the girl hangs on my zipper
Look, Jess, hit me one time, make it monkey
Stop me, you're stitching, knock the past that brass monkey
I step up on stage, everyone knows who I am
Crap don't act like Teddy, tell me your name's Jam
You in the ring, come watch me wax that ass
Keep the camera moving, cause they're kinda fast
You can trip, you can flip, you can even slip again
But you'll never ever get funky style as good as this
Because you sound like a grunger, might as well feed your fingers
You want to take this, make up your name with sticky fingers
So when I come around, they'll try to be down, they'll try to be down to dig the sound
Cause here comes the Lords of the underground
Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords
Well I open up the doors, yeah, here come the Lords, yell it loud, yell it loud
Let me hear it from a crowd, I pack some independent like Michael Jackson
Enough to hit the girls, girls, ooh, when I'm rocking to catch it
No splatter in my flow, but I raps it
And caught you on the dance floor, my Jam called Check It
Check it, check it, check it, check it, microphone check it
Yeah, you went [G] wild cause your mom digs [F#] my records
So come on, I'm taking you where the sun don't shine, the underground
But everything is fine around me, compostetic, and lefty gets hectic
Your vocal chords, they get cracked, you get still chloroceptic
So hello, so chill, chill man, chill
I know who used to be, but now who's top bill, well it's me
And yes, I am backed by the funky, more like from the house of it
So you know the Lords are chunky, we stink like P.U.
Funk from my shoe, and what about this funk, can't you rappers like us do?
But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town
[B] And now the Lords have [F#] broke ground
Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords, _ here come the Lords, here come the Lords _
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_ _ _ Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, _ here come [E] the Lords, [F#] here come the Lords, here come the Lords, here come the Lords
Go for it!
That's perfect, go for it! _ _ _ _ _ _
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