Chords for 3rd Bass - The Cactus

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Third base meals with the first place, of where your mind is.
The kind of stoke that you want to smoke blunts with.
[A] Take pictures, like Aaron Bunch with snapshots, get the crack [Em] hot, good to get it.
But don't sweat it, cause if you pursue, [Am] she'll choke you and boom, stroke the A4.
Stick and run and we'll have [Em] fun, quick and [B] cactus like I shoot [Em] my gun, quickly, [F#m] till
it explodes, and I unload. _
You don't [E] understand _ _ [A] _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] size [B] of it.
[Em] I stand in lust for quenching.
G sit on cactus and rotate, [A] enough time to clock a digit, [G] ass so large it won't quit.
So I step [A] to kick [Em] two, low blocks in my intro, throwing low base to the third line, the girl
on mine's a prop.
So I found loose to hold, and in a boom it butt to go, to go low solo, readily [B] hit the
cactus [Em] behind your three.
On the [A] black plains of America, the cactus stands calm.
Along comes a solo woman who pricks the cactus and makes it juice.
[Em] Then I'm [A] set. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ [F#m] [E] Grandpa thinks, the smart villain, chillin' like [A] Gilligan, out on an island, [Em] fishing with
my stringing bamboo, caught something in a see-through nightie, [A] might be a little tasty.
[Em] A 300 pound white girl, no one to see this, boom, I drop my fluid like a chemist, she's
contained and I'm a lame brain [A] for doing the wild thing, [Em] kick the fat thing off of my swing,
[Am] larger than Jim Backus, [Em] it's the [A] cactus.
Yes, [Em] Lord, it's [A] large.
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[A] J.P. said it was seven feet, our [E] growth is [Gm] 25, [B] _ [E] and it's still [A] inside.
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ No _ boots, your money [Em] spent, last call for toxicants, one move to reach a throttle, I
sign a sorghum, [A] I trip in the hype type, [B] good looking [Em] in a dark light, it's advertising
[A] a compensate to a fossil, push it 58, oil bags in a butt sag, [E] in the desert no fright
tags, a household tool in a stank home, the cactus turned Hammond's mother out.
_ [A] _ [E] That is, _ [A] rip [Em] reductance is what brought [A] the cactus.
Forget what you've heard, [G] forget what [A] you might have seen, because [Em] this is the new thing
to swing upon in 80 Deca.
[A] _ _ Sam [B] Sever got the [E] cactus.
[A] Pete Nice got the cactus.
[E] Tayshawn got the cactus.
MC Sturt got the cactus.
[A] Russell Simmons got the cactus.
KMD got the [G] cactus.
[A] Duman Dean [E] got the cactus.
[A] Amed Anotis got the [Em] cactus.
_ [B] _ [Em] Big Greg got a [E] big old cactus.
_ Russ got the cactus.
[A] _ _ Dante, [F] he got a little [Em] itty bitty baby cactus, but he can still [A] use it.
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_ [A] _ _ [Em] See ya!
Yo, we're Professor Grif.
[A] That means we're out here.
[E] Sucker. _ _
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