Bloodhound Gang Feat. Vanilla Ice - Boom Chords

Yo, _ Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this [E] track. _ _
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_ _ _ _ [F] [E] Stop as he dropped this bomb, blow up this place like another Vietnam.
Heavy like a Tyson, blow to the dome, like a sun.
Give me room, [B] give me [E] room.
Set it off like this, don't give it up.
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough.
Real hard to the bone, you want more.
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door.
Fat flavor for your brain, you know the dime.
So check the raster, some wiggaz, I'm against mine.
Roll up on you like Eastwood, blowing up 15s as I'm riding through your neighborhoods.
I spread sputter like parquet, real smooth with the flow.
And even when I parlay, do what you feel and check the skill.
I'm in your grill, peep [B] this, I got the raw [E] feel.
In your deep [G] territory, I'm the real deal.
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_ _ _ _ [F] [E] When you rollin' through the hood, you want [F] a user.
[E] Track like this, all up in [F] your eardrum.
[E] So check the EQ and let them [F] be as hum.
It gets crazy like Prozac.
Hyping [E] up the starter party, it nearly has a heart attack.
Round one, round two, [Dm] knockout.
[E] Straight to your head like my round number lights out. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I'm gonna get you from behind like a dead convict.
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo, but I still got a hot set.
Like the [D] Jim Jones, but [E] I'm the gal with my punch.
You spear away, throwing up at the answer to your sweat.
Like [F] a [E] watermelon at a back-to-school barbecue.
Speaking up like celery, yeah, I'm stalking.
I speak [D] like Stephen [E] Hawking.
Yeah, but I'm Hawking.
No cigarettes on this bloodhound, one step, I'll follow it.
I hope you're choked on your pride when I make you swallow it.
Screaming like a meanie when you see me coming to you.
You're like a [D] chinny lock.
It's where [E] you know what's next.
Gunnator.
You're like a dreamer hiding, see, he's all over it.
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