Chords for Big Mike - It's Alright

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Fm

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F

Ab

Cm

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[F] I met baby girl on the freeway, she was flippin in a nigga truck, [C] she was fly, I was high so I ain't [Fm] give a fuck
I got her name and number through the window, [C] I was doin about 65 puffin on that [Fm] end up
College girl with glasses [Bb] on straight knock out, [C] I told her hit me up on the hip when she [Fm] clocked out
Dropped out and went and saw my [Cm] baby, with a handful of prips cause it's crazy
Now it's [F] time to get my ass up off these streets [C] and to the studio, to drop what I had [Fm] wrote on beat
Got the SDL and it [C] was full of motherfuckers, some ugly hoes, [Fm] Shaquille and his younger brother
But all these niggas had to bounce so I could concentrate, yeah I was down for a party but this was not the place
My D had some shit on deck, [C] I made my way to the mic booth, [Fm] plugged in my headset
I did a [F] mo' check, one two, one two, brought that [Cm] beat back and proceeded to drop some shit on cue
[Fm] Fucked it up for a few, then my pager went off, it was baby [Cm] girl from the freeway
She said she would [F] call, told my nigga to rewind, put my focus on track 9, gave her a [Ab] call back
Only cause she was so [F] firm, she said I'm on the crew with what I gotta [Fm] do
And I was wondering if you could look it up if it was cool to call white baby
[Ab]
I'm [Bb] here to make you [F] feel [Fm] alright, baby, [Ab] this story ends so fast
I'm [Bb] here to [Fm] make you feel, [F] I gave it a rest just wanted to make enough of the intersection
[C] Knew it was in, I checked my wallet, with [Fm] no protection, two lubricated [C] trojans
My nigga had the dick rollin', had everybody trippin' off the rhyme that I [Fm] told when suddenly the doorbell rang
I told my nigga hold everything, I had two more songs to sling, then I was through for the night
I told her [C] check the seat right [Eb] here, my dear, while I go [Fm] do this shit
Unless they polite, you swerve, and [C] shippin' dicks in the curves
When we heard in the east, we searched for gender [Fm] peace upon the north side [F] of East High
Killer, we [Cm] went downstairs, went for fake, and crossed all them haters
As we [F] beat rhymes from the North line, now we'll smell the yoke
Stood up, went far from [Ab] dawn to dusk, where it's gone, now we do [F] fuck windows up
AC on, drinkin' a [Gb] couple, DP by my feet, they said, tell me wrong, I can't get [Fm] buckled
I ain't lookin' for no trouble, nigga, no pressure, look who's by your [C] jaws
Black niggas on this side, I check your [Fm] strut, check your lust
So people keep the DL on the [C] hush, as we multiply this cash in the brush
I [Fm] hurry, highway, we just make my red eyes [F] blurry as I contemplate on [Ab] quicker ways to ease my mama's worries
Got [F] plans, got pangs, my canola, my main man, I miss my [Cm] hatred and cuss that supply and tell upon his [Fm] left
When it's over, we hope it for open business, and [Eb] it's fame and plenty riches
[Cm] Must be gated from this game, not the [Fm] Mitchell and the bitches
The gold diggers, the crooked [Eb] skellig, gross and peaches, [Cm] they're revealed, they freakish, freakish
You [F] know it's all about this rap game as a lifesaver, [Ab] AMTC, finesse, I ain't with her for lifebreaker
[F] Thousand dollar income is from just speakin' my mind, and I make a million no time
Still retire from a grind on slang or a pussy, hard [Bb] hustle or a busker, still [Cm] brown back
Full of that good street, nigga, [Fm] so the juice took off, reduced to all the phonies
And with my [C] homies, sons, this [Bb] ain't no trespassing for family [Cm] only
And when I'm lonely, [Fm] they should walk in the chairs, to sit you with your fists in [C] the chairs
And
[Fm] [C]
[Fm] when I'm lonely, [Ab] [G]
[Ab] [Bb]
[Fm] [Ab] [G]
[Ab] [G] [Bb] [Fm]
[F] [Ab] they
[Bb] [Ab]
[Fm] [Ab] should walk in [Bb] [F]
[Fm] [Cm] the chairs, [Fm] to sit you with your fists in the chairs
And when I'm lonely, they should walk in the chairs, to sit you with your fists in the chairs
[C] [F] And when I'm lonely, they should walk [Fm] in the chairs, [Cm] to sit you with your fists in
[Fm] [Cm] the chairs
And when I'm lonely, [Fm] they should walk in the chairs, [C] to sit you with your fists in the chairs
And [F] when I'm lonely, they should walk in the chairs, [C]
[Fm] to sit you with your fists in the chairs
[Bb] [Fm] [C] [Gm]
[Fm] [Bb]
[Fm] [C]
[Fm] [C]
[Fm]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] I met baby girl on the freeway, she was flippin in a nigga truck, [C] she was fly, I was high so I ain't [Fm] give a fuck
I got her name and number through the window, [C] I was doin about 65 puffin on that [Fm] end up
College girl with glasses [Bb] on straight knock out, [C] I told her hit me up on the hip when she [Fm] clocked out
Dropped out and went and saw my [Cm] baby, with a handful of prips cause it's crazy
Now it's [F] time to get my ass up off these streets [C] and to the studio, to drop what I had [Fm] wrote on beat
Got the SDL and it [C] was full of motherfuckers, some ugly hoes, [Fm] Shaquille and his younger brother
But all these niggas had to bounce so I could concentrate, yeah I was down for a party but this was not the place
My D had some shit on deck, [C] I made my way to the mic booth, [Fm] plugged in my headset
I did a [F] mo' check, one two, one two, brought that [Cm] beat back and proceeded to drop some shit on cue
[Fm] Fucked it up for a few, then my pager went off, it was baby [Cm] girl from the freeway
She said she would [F] call, told my nigga to rewind, put my focus on track 9, gave her a [Ab] call back
Only cause she was so [F] firm, she said I'm on the crew with what I gotta [Fm] do
And I was wondering if you could look it up if it was cool to call white baby
_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ _ I'm [Bb] here to make you [F] feel [Fm] alright, _ baby, [Ab] this story ends so fast
I'm [Bb] here to [Fm] make you feel, [F] I gave it a rest just wanted to make enough of the intersection
[C] Knew it was in, I checked my wallet, with [Fm] no protection, two lubricated [C] trojans
My nigga had the dick rollin', had everybody trippin' off the rhyme that I [Fm] told when suddenly the doorbell rang
I told my nigga hold everything, I had two more songs to sling, then I was through for the night
I told her [C] check the seat right [Eb] here, my dear, while I go [Fm] do this shit
Unless they polite, you swerve, and [C] shippin' dicks in the curves
When we heard in the east, we searched for gender [Fm] peace upon the north side [F] of East High
Killer, we [Cm] went downstairs, went for fake, and crossed all them haters
As we [F] beat rhymes from the North line, now we'll smell the yoke
Stood up, went far from [Ab] dawn to dusk, where it's gone, now we do [F] fuck windows up
AC on, drinkin' a [Gb] couple, DP by my feet, they said, tell me wrong, I can't get [Fm] buckled
I ain't lookin' for no trouble, nigga, no pressure, look who's by your [C] jaws
Black niggas on this side, I check your [Fm] strut, check your lust
So people keep the DL on the [C] hush, as we multiply this cash in the brush
I [Fm] hurry, highway, we just make my red eyes [F] blurry as I contemplate on [Ab] quicker ways to ease my mama's worries
Got [F] plans, got pangs, my canola, my main man, I miss my [Cm] hatred and cuss that supply and tell upon his [Fm] left
When it's over, we hope it for open business, and [Eb] it's fame and plenty riches
[Cm] Must be gated from this game, not the [Fm] Mitchell and the bitches
The gold diggers, the crooked [Eb] skellig, gross and peaches, [Cm] they're revealed, they freakish, freakish
You [F] know it's all about this rap game as a lifesaver, [Ab] AMTC, finesse, I ain't with her for lifebreaker
[F] Thousand dollar income is from just speakin' my mind, and I make a million no time
Still retire from a grind on slang or a pussy, hard [Bb] hustle or a busker, still [Cm] brown back
Full of that good street, nigga, [Fm] so the juice took off, reduced to all the phonies
And with my [C] homies, sons, this [Bb] ain't no trespassing for family [Cm] only
And when I'm lonely, [Fm] they should walk in the chairs, to sit you with your fists in [C] the chairs
And _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Fm] when I'm lonely, _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _
[Ab] _ [G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] they _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] should walk in _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ the chairs, [Fm] _ _ to sit you with your fists in the chairs
And when I'm lonely, they should walk in the chairs, to sit you with your fists in the chairs
[C] [F] And when I'm lonely, they should walk [Fm] in the chairs, _ [Cm] to sit you with your fists in _
[Fm] _ _ _ [Cm] the chairs
And when I'm lonely, [Fm] they should walk in the chairs, [C] _ to sit you with your fists in the chairs
And [F] when I'm lonely, they should walk in the chairs, [C] _ _ _
[Fm] to sit you with your fists in the chairs
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[Fm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
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