Good Grief Chords by Urban Dance Squad

_ _ Rolling, not a good cereal flakes, Mrs.
McDonald.
On one.
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_ Good morning, Vietnam!
Ah ha! _ _
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This is once again the man with true authority!
I'm through this.
[D] My style is sublime.
I'm a fan of [F] MC's.
I made them up with [G] my black mother from [D] Mannequin.
Do an X-Line to one and you get [F] more.
[G] Rhyme plus X for wide brains like [D] Kydabark.
MC clown, I blaze [F] towns.
I grapple with [G] stars only with speed and [D] dust.
_ _ _ [F] [G] I'm a _ [D] _
_ fan [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _
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_ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] of [D] MC's.
_ _ [F] I'm [G] a fan [F#] of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's.
I'm a fan of MC's. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] In the streets, check the man going to [F] know me.
I can get big with [G] you all on stage!
Like Rob [D] Podi!
Saw Holy like Tony!
I take my coolie [F] out of mo' time
and throw [G] me into a man's cookie drop.
[D] Pass the french to gangster like I get more [F] fascinating.
Get the band a [G] that serves clog knocked.
[D] I'm threatening techniques,
call for digital [F] scumbags.
Man en route to Kfat.
[G] Automatic or [D] static?
It's tainted plastic!
You stayed ready with a [F] caster.
I pull style [G] now, big one [D] tester.
Extra straight to the mega-path,
and make you a hottie [F] chair.
I'm talking to y [G]'all who ordered me [D] chandelier and dropped the little
You on the [F] quitter, the spotful robber, you're on the life [D]-fitter
Well, I'm the one who gets your life sticky change
[F] You're more [G] than a sexual intercourse, so [A] empty please
Brother, I'm amazed, keep along in the days when the wild bones blaze
Good grief, good grief, good grief _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm on a roll _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F] Yeah, what's that now?
No, [G] where's your rap now?
[D]
Flavor like I was Wes Craven
[F] People under [G] the moustache, spittin' like Raven
[D] Black, the bigs, what a talker, spoken to
My [C] shit ain't out to beat, man, you [G] gotta be joking too
[D] The rhyme, it's coarser, rhythm coarser
I [F] smack it to a [G] stack, then I walk with a horse
So [D] give me the lift, like you know that he could
[C] I'm ridin' on bullshit like [G] my name was E-wood
Your [D] color fronts, skirts and poses
[F] I would lead to my dungo [G] like my name was Guns N' Roses
[D] I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to [F] be down, you got to be [G] down
Love me like Charlie Brown, [D] good grief
Brothers and maids, people [F] all in a taze
When the [G] wild bones blaze, good [A] grief
Yeah!
_ Oh!
Ah ha ha ha, [E] yeah boy
What do you mean we gotta retreat?
What [D] do you mean we gotta [F#] retaliate?
We can kick an ass right here
Back in studio four, good grief
_ _ _ _ _ _ Good grief
_ _ _ When the wild bones blaze, good grief
Then add a one and only, T-Squad
_ Good grief