Chords for Boo-Yaa TRIBE - Bang On (Official Music Video) ft. Mack 10

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[A] _ _ _ [C] _ [Db] _ _ _ [Dm] _
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[A] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ [Em] _
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_ _ _ _ I got to bang on 2.
Haters wanna funk [C] with me, [D] so I gotta bang on 2.
Haters wanna funk with the james, so I got to bang [N] on 2.
Haters wanna funk with me, so I gotta bang on 2.
Haters wanna funk with the james, so I gotta bang on 2.
I say fake em all when [C] I bang [F] em all.
Some from Inglewood to my city of Carson,
Through every hood that you be banging my all off in.
It's your life more than what it it [Gb] cost. _ _ _
[A] Haters wanna funk with the [C] james, [Db] so I gotta bang on [Dm] 2.
Haters wanna funk with me, [A] so I gotta [Bb] bang on 2. _
[A] Haters wanna funk with the james, [Gm] so I gotta bang [F] on 2.
Look, y'all don't understand I bang on hoes.
[Bb] Got slang blowing in a drought jack for more figures.
Walk in the party more flame than an orphan.
Cook the QS I-card and link up with Karlie.
[F] I'm danked up, you ain't tried it, don't knock it.
Sag when I bail black in my right pocket.
The West Bend G's, it ain't a new style.
When the booyah, it's more Samoans than a wow-wow.
Well, cause we from the same side.
And whoever got hit with the case, blame died.
Always been a rider, always stood up.
John Moody, this some bitches, throw your hood up.
Get it how you live, if you're tamper with the sack,
I go to war with a crack like Bush in Iraq.
It's Mack Kenny, go bang in the Philly.
It's state gangster all the time and you ain't feeling it.
Haters wanna funk with me, [Bb] so I gotta bang on 2.
[C] Haters wanna funk with the [Db] G's, so I [Bb] gotta bang on 2.
[Dm]
Haters wanna funk with me, [A] so I gotta bang on 2.
Haters wanna funk with the G's, [Bb] so I gotta bang [F] on 2.
I stay flamed up ritual, keep the Kiki's original.
Off the ride to smash through a gang funeral.
With the Gotti belt buckled, the whip chuckled.
My bumpy knuckles [E] can't stop my hustle.
Big hustle, how the hand get guzzled.
They humble, trying to fade through the muscle.
They in trouble, [Bb] when the mind go humble.
The debris from the rubble got the whole thing in trouble.
Where they at?
There they go gangsters.
Where you from?
Here we go gangsters.
The rap growl, I scrap, growl, I burgundy maroon.
Never visualize [N] and let me go boom.
Gotta get that flambeau, sublime.
Always outnumbered but never [C] outdone.
[E] The one I'm watching, let's be a million.
Let me be funky, west side and may time.
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_ _ _ Nowhere's been easy, girl.
_ Nowhere's been cheese, it ain't a loose now, girl.
Haters [F] wanna funk with me, [E] so I gotta bang on 2.
[A] Haters wanna funk with the [C] G's, [Bbm] so I'ma got to bang on 2.
[Dm]
Haters wanna funk with me, [A] so I gotta bang on 2.
Haters wanna funk with the G's, [Bb] so I gotta bang [Db] on 2. _
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