Chords for DJ NUMBER 1 - UB40 - Sweet Cherie - Remix

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[Bb] I'm going to sing a song, I'm not ready for [F] this!
Throw it up, hold it up, then bust [Bb] four fingers up, [G] two quarts in [F] the middle with the thump
hop, thump, thump.
It ain't a new style, when the booyah moves more Samoans than the new house.
Throw it up, hold it up, [Bb] then bust four fingers up, two quarts in the middle with the thump hop.
Who wants [F] some of these drinks?
Number [Bb] one.
It's the gangster gorilla [F] and the d dealer, back for more thicc, smoke thicc.
I'm such a fine [Bb] street [F] cherry, [Cm] _ [Bb] she's got [F] no way to find her home.
From Englewood to my city of Carson
Through every age you [Bb] should be begging my [F] orphan
Is your life more than what it is [Bb] costing?
Chicken [C] talker, shhh, talking dog [F] walker
Ghost to see, and snatch with the neck watcher
The [Bb] crocodile blood walkers on the [Dm] blocker
Never turn we never turn we deal with the food [Bb] truck
So who's the rider when I [F] put my flag on my shoulder
So it lays on my throat
The dime [Bb] pieces, the iron manipulate
[F] Take a bless that corn while I bless my food
[Bb] This song, do the [C] finish, this song [F] be funk
I fuck and I'll funk it all
Hit the floor, I'ma fuck it all
The rednecks, [Bb] the flame, the red
[F] Pop, we, y'all ain't ready for this
We can do it, down town
[C] We can do it, [F] down town
So who's the first man I met in down town
[Bb] They ain't good [C] for [F] you, baby
So who's the _ _ _ jamming
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_ _ _ _ _ [F] Jamming
Come come [Bb] and leave me [F] alone
_ Come come [Bb] and leave [F] me alone
Take number one
Y'all don't [Bb] understand I bang on hoes
[F] Slang blowing in the drought jack for more [Bb] figures
Walk in the [Fm] party more flame than an orphan
Cut the QSI cord and lift up a [Bb] coffin
I'm tanked [C] up, you ain't tried it
Don't [F] knock it, sag when I feel a flag in my right eye
The West Bend [Bb] G's, it ain't a new [F] style
In the booyah, it's more Samoans than a [Bb] luau
With em, [C] cause we from the same [F] side
And whoever got into the case, lame guy
Always been a [Bb] rider, always stood [F] up
John Moore, niggas and bitches [Db] throw your [Bb] hood up
Get it how you live, if you're [C] tamper with the [F] sack
Go to war over crack like Bush in Iraq
It's Mack King, [Bb] nigga who banging the fully
[F] And stay gangsta all the time, and who ain't feeling it
I've [Bb] got to find the [F] sweet shares
_ [Bb] She's gone [Am] for a way [F] far and home
_ _ I've [Bb] got to find the [F] sweet shares
_ _ [Bb] She's letting [G] me go
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sherry, _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ Sherry
_ [F] Don't go [Bb] and leave [F] me _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] alone
_ Don't go [Bb] and leave [F] me alone _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [G] The record I've just played is