Chords for master p - bourbons and lacs
Tempo:
137.75 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
F#
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the tens and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the [F#m] parents to match,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 11s in the paper stacks.
[A] This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the school [F#] to match,
[G] Hit the skates, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] Wood [B] grain with the leather [F#] seats,
[Gm] When the soul [D] don't you need a flag like the [A] steven,
[B] Smoking on that [F#] dojo,
[G] Your four niggas in [D] the back screaming no limits,
[A] Told ya, [B] true to the [F#] gizang,
[G] Stopped in the [D] project so to have a ounce of [A] cocaine,
Hit [B] interstate, [F#] in the [G] Texas,
Listening to [D] DJ Screw just race the nexus,
[A] [Bm] Called up Pimp [F#] C,
[G] Did a song last [D] week with my nigga Bum E,
[A] [Bm] Twisting on some green [F#] spinach,
[G] And niggas still [D] tripping, I ain't dead, I'm [A] still in it.
This is for the [Bm] bulls and the
[F#] Cadillacs,
Hit [G] the 10s and the [D] 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for the [Bm] players, for the parents [F#m] to match,
Hit [G] the 10s, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] See, pocket full of dollars, I [B] respect you,
I'm gangsta [F#] leanin' sideways,
[G] Today ain't Friday, [D] pretend it is,
And today is my [A] day,
Take it from Mr.
[B] Husker Prada,
[F#] Cadillac [G] suburban driver, pussy [D] diver,
Mr.
Glock, the siren ain't blotting,
[Am] Flossing down the [B] block,
Hollin' my boys up [F#m] in the third,
[G] Got the latest words,
[D] Whirve to the side of the curve,
[A] Feeny warning me to [B] serve her,
Say, bitch can't [G] tell I'm off,
But I still need five [D] dollars to wipe my white walls,
[A] First up out the [D] block, drop the top,
Cause [C#m] it was hot [Bm] shit,
Hit the spot with the most [D] hoes,
At the side show, about to plot,
[C#m] Hittin' donuts, and you know [Bm] I'm actin',
I'm straight [F#] up, niggas catch [G] me spinnin',
You can tell I was dipped,
[D] Cause I cloud of smoke, when I finish,
I seen five-o, and they ain't even try to sweat me,
Think [B] they be a night, nah,
Cause I [Bm] got a hundred eighty-five under the [D] hood,
They know they can't catch me,
And [A] if you see me, [Bm] chillin', you can stop me,
[F#] But I keep that [G] Glock,
Florida up on the [D] dash,
And never know who might not be,
[A] [Bm] Play,
[F#] play [G] on, [D] I can't hate you, [A] [Bm] homie,
[F#] [G] [D]
[A] [Bm] Play,
[F#] play [G] on, [D] I can't hate you, [A] [Bm] homie,
[F#] [G] [D]
Herbs [A] and lax, man's and [B] bitches,
Money [F#] and weed, [G] midlife, is [D] all I dream,
Paper chasing [A] for the green,
I'm [B] thuggin' on the scene,
[F#] Nigga, [G] what you don't believe,
[D] Well, check the credentials,
I'll tell ya,
[A] A nigga's living [B] presidential,
I'm [F#m] on the [G] level that you busters would never [D] feel,
Daughter, I'll be caught up in [A] the game,
And get killed,
[B] But averse that shit,
[F#] And hit the [G] studio,
And make a [D] meal,
For real,
I'm singing [A] platinum shit,
Until I'm [Bm] old and ill,
[F#] Legati,
I'ma make [G] you feel what I say,
[D] I got time [E] for a parlay,
[A] Chill off in the bay,
[Bm] Smoke some hay,
[F#] I wouldn't have [G] this shit no other [D] way,
The midlife,
Gang [A] tight,
No [Bm] limits in life,
This is for the rivers in the [F#] Cadillacs,
With [G] the gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping [E] in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking Ullimat,
[F#] With [G] the bins making [D] things,
I mean the [E] paper stacks,
[A] This is for the [Bm] summers in the Cadillac,
[F#] Hit the [G] gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking [F#] Ullimat,
With the [G] bins making things,
[D] I mean the paper stacks,
Play,
[G] Play, oh,
[D] I can't [E] hate you,
Hold me,
[F#] [G]
[N]
[G] Hit the tens and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the [F#m] parents to match,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 11s in the paper stacks.
[A] This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the school [F#] to match,
[G] Hit the skates, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] Wood [B] grain with the leather [F#] seats,
[Gm] When the soul [D] don't you need a flag like the [A] steven,
[B] Smoking on that [F#] dojo,
[G] Your four niggas in [D] the back screaming no limits,
[A] Told ya, [B] true to the [F#] gizang,
[G] Stopped in the [D] project so to have a ounce of [A] cocaine,
Hit [B] interstate, [F#] in the [G] Texas,
Listening to [D] DJ Screw just race the nexus,
[A] [Bm] Called up Pimp [F#] C,
[G] Did a song last [D] week with my nigga Bum E,
[A] [Bm] Twisting on some green [F#] spinach,
[G] And niggas still [D] tripping, I ain't dead, I'm [A] still in it.
This is for the [Bm] bulls and the
[F#] Cadillacs,
Hit [G] the 10s and the [D] 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for the [Bm] players, for the parents [F#m] to match,
Hit [G] the 10s, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] See, pocket full of dollars, I [B] respect you,
I'm gangsta [F#] leanin' sideways,
[G] Today ain't Friday, [D] pretend it is,
And today is my [A] day,
Take it from Mr.
[B] Husker Prada,
[F#] Cadillac [G] suburban driver, pussy [D] diver,
Mr.
Glock, the siren ain't blotting,
[Am] Flossing down the [B] block,
Hollin' my boys up [F#m] in the third,
[G] Got the latest words,
[D] Whirve to the side of the curve,
[A] Feeny warning me to [B] serve her,
Say, bitch can't [G] tell I'm off,
But I still need five [D] dollars to wipe my white walls,
[A] First up out the [D] block, drop the top,
Cause [C#m] it was hot [Bm] shit,
Hit the spot with the most [D] hoes,
At the side show, about to plot,
[C#m] Hittin' donuts, and you know [Bm] I'm actin',
I'm straight [F#] up, niggas catch [G] me spinnin',
You can tell I was dipped,
[D] Cause I cloud of smoke, when I finish,
I seen five-o, and they ain't even try to sweat me,
Think [B] they be a night, nah,
Cause I [Bm] got a hundred eighty-five under the [D] hood,
They know they can't catch me,
And [A] if you see me, [Bm] chillin', you can stop me,
[F#] But I keep that [G] Glock,
Florida up on the [D] dash,
And never know who might not be,
[A] [Bm] Play,
[F#] play [G] on, [D] I can't hate you, [A] [Bm] homie,
[F#] [G] [D]
[A] [Bm] Play,
[F#] play [G] on, [D] I can't hate you, [A] [Bm] homie,
[F#] [G] [D]
Herbs [A] and lax, man's and [B] bitches,
Money [F#] and weed, [G] midlife, is [D] all I dream,
Paper chasing [A] for the green,
I'm [B] thuggin' on the scene,
[F#] Nigga, [G] what you don't believe,
[D] Well, check the credentials,
I'll tell ya,
[A] A nigga's living [B] presidential,
I'm [F#m] on the [G] level that you busters would never [D] feel,
Daughter, I'll be caught up in [A] the game,
And get killed,
[B] But averse that shit,
[F#] And hit the [G] studio,
And make a [D] meal,
For real,
I'm singing [A] platinum shit,
Until I'm [Bm] old and ill,
[F#] Legati,
I'ma make [G] you feel what I say,
[D] I got time [E] for a parlay,
[A] Chill off in the bay,
[Bm] Smoke some hay,
[F#] I wouldn't have [G] this shit no other [D] way,
The midlife,
Gang [A] tight,
No [Bm] limits in life,
This is for the rivers in the [F#] Cadillacs,
With [G] the gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping [E] in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking Ullimat,
[F#] With [G] the bins making [D] things,
I mean the [E] paper stacks,
[A] This is for the [Bm] summers in the Cadillac,
[F#] Hit the [G] gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking [F#] Ullimat,
With the [G] bins making things,
[D] I mean the paper stacks,
Play,
[G] Play, oh,
[D] I can't [E] hate you,
Hold me,
[F#] [G]
[N]
Key:
D
G
A
F#
Bm
D
G
A
_ _ This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the tens and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the [F#m] parents to match,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 11s in the paper stacks.
[A] This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the school [F#] to match,
[G] Hit the skates, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
_ [A] Wood [B] grain with the leather [F#] seats,
[Gm] When the soul [D] don't you need a flag like the _ [A] steven,
[B] Smoking on that [F#] dojo,
[G] Your four niggas in [D] the back screaming no limits,
[A] Told ya, [B] true to the [F#] gizang,
_ [G] _ Stopped in the [D] project so to have a ounce of [A] cocaine,
Hit [B] interstate, [F#] in the [G] Texas,
Listening to [D] DJ Screw just race the nexus,
[A] _ _ [Bm] Called up Pimp [F#] C,
[G] Did a song last [D] week with my nigga Bum E,
[A] _ _ [Bm] Twisting on some green [F#] spinach,
[G] And niggas still [D] tripping, I ain't dead, I'm [A] still in it.
This is for the [Bm] bulls and the _
[F#] Cadillacs,
Hit [G] the 10s and the [D] 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for the [Bm] players, for the parents [F#m] to match,
Hit [G] the 10s, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] See, pocket full of dollars, I [B] respect you,
I'm gangsta [F#] leanin' sideways,
[G] Today ain't Friday, [D] pretend it is,
And today is my [A] day,
Take it from Mr.
[B] Husker Prada, _
[F#] Cadillac [G] suburban driver, pussy [D] diver,
Mr.
Glock, the siren ain't blotting,
[Am] Flossing down the [B] block,
Hollin' my boys up [F#m] in the third,
[G] Got the latest words,
[D] Whirve to the side of the curve,
[A] Feeny warning me to [B] serve her,
Say, bitch can't [G] tell I'm off,
But I still need five [D] dollars to wipe my white walls,
_ [A] First up out the [D] block, drop the top,
Cause [C#m] it was hot [Bm] shit,
Hit the spot with the most [D] hoes,
At the side show, about to plot,
[C#m] Hittin' donuts, and you know [Bm] I'm actin',
I'm straight [F#] up, niggas catch [G] me spinnin',
You can tell I was dipped,
[D] Cause I cloud of smoke, when I finish,
I seen five-o, and they ain't even try to sweat me,
Think [B] they be a night, nah,
Cause I [Bm] got a hundred eighty-five under the [D] hood,
They know they can't catch me,
And [A] if you see me, [Bm] chillin', you can stop me,
[F#] But I keep that [G] Glock,
Florida up on the [D] dash,
And never know who might not be,
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] Play, _ _
[F#] play [G] on, _ [D] I can't hate you, [A] _ _ [Bm] homie, _ _
[F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] Play, _ _
[F#] play [G] _ on, [D] _ I can't hate you, [A] _ _ [Bm] homie, _ _
[F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Herbs [A] and lax, man's and [B] bitches,
Money [F#] and weed, _ [G] midlife, is [D] all I dream,
Paper chasing [A] for the green,
I'm [B] thuggin' on the scene,
[F#] Nigga, [G] what you don't believe,
[D] Well, check the credentials,
I'll tell ya,
[A] A nigga's living [B] presidential,
I'm [F#m] on the [G] level that you busters would never [D] feel,
Daughter, I'll be caught up in [A] the game,
And get killed,
[B] But averse that shit,
[F#] And hit the [G] studio,
And make a [D] meal,
For real,
I'm singing [A] platinum shit,
Until I'm [Bm] old and ill,
[F#] Legati,
I'ma make [G] you feel what I say,
[D] I got time [E] for a parlay,
[A] Chill off in the bay,
[Bm] Smoke some hay,
[F#] I wouldn't have [G] this shit no other [D] way,
The midlife,
Gang [A] tight,
No [Bm] limits in life,
This is for the rivers in the [F#] Cadillacs,
With [G] the gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping [E] in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking Ullimat,
[F#] With [G] the bins making [D] things,
I mean the [E] paper stacks,
[A] This is for the [Bm] summers in the Cadillac,
[F#] Hit the [G] gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking [F#] Ullimat,
With the [G] bins making things,
[D] I mean the paper stacks,
_ _ Play, _ _
[G] Play, oh,
_ [D] I can't [E] hate you,
Hold me,
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
[G] Hit the tens and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the [F#m] parents to match,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 11s in the paper stacks.
[A] This is for [Bm] the bulls and the [F#] Cadillacs,
[G] Hit the 10s and [D] the 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for [Bm] the players, for the school [F#] to match,
[G] Hit the skates, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
_ [A] Wood [B] grain with the leather [F#] seats,
[Gm] When the soul [D] don't you need a flag like the _ [A] steven,
[B] Smoking on that [F#] dojo,
[G] Your four niggas in [D] the back screaming no limits,
[A] Told ya, [B] true to the [F#] gizang,
_ [G] _ Stopped in the [D] project so to have a ounce of [A] cocaine,
Hit [B] interstate, [F#] in the [G] Texas,
Listening to [D] DJ Screw just race the nexus,
[A] _ _ [Bm] Called up Pimp [F#] C,
[G] Did a song last [D] week with my nigga Bum E,
[A] _ _ [Bm] Twisting on some green [F#] spinach,
[G] And niggas still [D] tripping, I ain't dead, I'm [A] still in it.
This is for the [Bm] bulls and the _
[F#] Cadillacs,
Hit [G] the 10s and the [D] 12s, open in the back.
[A] This is for the [Bm] players, for the parents [F#m] to match,
Hit [G] the 10s, make the [D] division, buy it with a scratch.
[A] See, pocket full of dollars, I [B] respect you,
I'm gangsta [F#] leanin' sideways,
[G] Today ain't Friday, [D] pretend it is,
And today is my [A] day,
Take it from Mr.
[B] Husker Prada, _
[F#] Cadillac [G] suburban driver, pussy [D] diver,
Mr.
Glock, the siren ain't blotting,
[Am] Flossing down the [B] block,
Hollin' my boys up [F#m] in the third,
[G] Got the latest words,
[D] Whirve to the side of the curve,
[A] Feeny warning me to [B] serve her,
Say, bitch can't [G] tell I'm off,
But I still need five [D] dollars to wipe my white walls,
_ [A] First up out the [D] block, drop the top,
Cause [C#m] it was hot [Bm] shit,
Hit the spot with the most [D] hoes,
At the side show, about to plot,
[C#m] Hittin' donuts, and you know [Bm] I'm actin',
I'm straight [F#] up, niggas catch [G] me spinnin',
You can tell I was dipped,
[D] Cause I cloud of smoke, when I finish,
I seen five-o, and they ain't even try to sweat me,
Think [B] they be a night, nah,
Cause I [Bm] got a hundred eighty-five under the [D] hood,
They know they can't catch me,
And [A] if you see me, [Bm] chillin', you can stop me,
[F#] But I keep that [G] Glock,
Florida up on the [D] dash,
And never know who might not be,
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] Play, _ _
[F#] play [G] on, _ [D] I can't hate you, [A] _ _ [Bm] homie, _ _
[F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] Play, _ _
[F#] play [G] _ on, [D] _ I can't hate you, [A] _ _ [Bm] homie, _ _
[F#] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Herbs [A] and lax, man's and [B] bitches,
Money [F#] and weed, _ [G] midlife, is [D] all I dream,
Paper chasing [A] for the green,
I'm [B] thuggin' on the scene,
[F#] Nigga, [G] what you don't believe,
[D] Well, check the credentials,
I'll tell ya,
[A] A nigga's living [B] presidential,
I'm [F#m] on the [G] level that you busters would never [D] feel,
Daughter, I'll be caught up in [A] the game,
And get killed,
[B] But averse that shit,
[F#] And hit the [G] studio,
And make a [D] meal,
For real,
I'm singing [A] platinum shit,
Until I'm [Bm] old and ill,
[F#] Legati,
I'ma make [G] you feel what I say,
[D] I got time [E] for a parlay,
[A] Chill off in the bay,
[Bm] Smoke some hay,
[F#] I wouldn't have [G] this shit no other [D] way,
The midlife,
Gang [A] tight,
No [Bm] limits in life,
This is for the rivers in the [F#] Cadillacs,
With [G] the gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping [E] in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking Ullimat,
[F#] With [G] the bins making [D] things,
I mean the [E] paper stacks,
[A] This is for the [Bm] summers in the Cadillac,
[F#] Hit the [G] gins in the [D] 12,
Hopping in the back,
[A] This is for the [Bm] players smoking [F#] Ullimat,
With the [G] bins making things,
[D] I mean the paper stacks,
_ _ Play, _ _
[G] Play, oh,
_ [D] I can't [E] hate you,
Hold me,
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _