Chords for DJ Quik - dollaz and sense

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Now let's get down to business, [Dm] bitches, cause it seems like y'all just keep on [Eb] trying to
diss this nigga [Dm] that you know that's been down for years, I've played for years, and
y'all can [Gm] never play my piece.
1, 2, [Dm] 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, and you [Eb] can't win, [Gm] cause all the way around nigga I get
[Dm] respect, and you's a nigga that can't figure no props [Eb] in your stand up.
Drag new part you say, [Dm] huh?
Wanna be ripping, but now it's time to do some [Eb] set dripping, so listen close, cause
[D] I don't want y'all to miss, that I'm bout to break it down [Bb] for this bitch.
[Gm] Second, a cajun, pop a maple spruce seed or [Bb] elm, west side trees spraying all [Eb] the flicks,
that's [Gm] from the 3 and 4, when it blocks me, folks.
Right, so niggas watch your ass at that center divide.
Now Aaron Tyler, tell me why you seem so tainted, when I caught you [Bb] at the airport shaking [Eb] like
a trap [Gm] gang.
You woke up and you seen my nigga stummin', and you look [Bb] like your bitch ass was bout to
[Eb] start running, but all I wanted was to [Dm] make a little conversation, asking if we could
fix this [Eb] little [Gm] situation, but when I fucked you up was what you wondered, yeah.
[Dm] That's probably why you changed your [Gm] little page enough, but bitches like you don't grow,
you can't even look me in my eye, [Dm] let alone go [Eb] to the soap, economy, scheme, use of [Bb] clowns.
I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh 92 [Gm].3 pounds, black ass actor, movie script dealer, food
[Bb] don't you know, we can [Eb] still nigga, cop [Gm] the sogo, boy you [Dm] ought to quit, your records
don't fit, and bitches [Eb] don't drop [Gm] your shit.
You need to stay down you cop or clown, and get off of the nuts of [Bb] the niggas you [C] got,
because [Gm] I'm down with the cheese, I'm down with death row, I'm down with [Bb] black clone,
and I'm down [Gm] with the flow, so when we cross paths, and I hope that soon, I'ma boot your
[F] motherfucking ass [Ebm] to the moon, [Gm] you need to quit banging on the false pretense, cause
if it don't make dollars, it don't [Eb] make sense.
[Fm] If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, so don't kill, yeah, and let the pivot commence.
If it don't [Cm] make dollars, it don't [Fm] make sense, so don't kill, yeah, and let the people come in.
[C] If it don't [Ab] make dollars, it don't make sense, [Fm] so don't kill, yeah, and let the people come in.
[Cm] If it don't make dollars, it don't [D] make sense, [Fm] because you gotta give it up to the crew.
Now [Gm] I'ma see one of you to my hand, riding to the left hand, take a deep breath [Bb] in, cook
it like a shit pan, if you're dedicated to the CPT, nobody at CCP, but the niggas that
look up [Gm] to me, I'm making my business, to be that truth forever, and whenever I get
come clever, well that's my endeavor, so whether or not you understand, that there's only one
DJ who you IP with no seats, [Ab] still you can't [Bb] beat me, because I'm floating in my looks,
and deposit [D] a fat checks, and getting [Bb] mass next while I floss the NSX, [Gm] and doing what
I wanna, and use a donor name, I'm thinking that you can [Bb] catch me slipping on a street
[Gm] corner, remember doctors in the house, and quick as in the hood, sipping hack with all
my niggas, [Bb] cause it's do the [Eb] good, so [Gm] don't lie until you try, cause AD tried to knock
it, but he's still [D] walking around with my nuts [Gm] in his pocket, so E-U-P-N-N, represent
and sit that middler, and for those of y'all concerned, this is still a thriller, and take
a load off my scrotum little breasts, if it don't make dollars [Abm] nigga, you [Ab] know the
rest, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense, so don't [Fm] kill me let the payment
commence, [Cm] if it don't make dollars, it don't [Fm] make sense, so don't kill me, let the people
come in, if it don't make [Cm] dollars, it don't make sense, [Fm] so don't kill me, let the payment
commence, [Ab] if it don't make [D] dollars, it don't make sense, [Fm] because you gotta give it to the
crowd for the top, [Gm] and more fucking sold to the shit that [G] I keep while you groovy ass
You just [F] keep on ridin' [Gm] the dick
You oughta know that DJ Snake ain't your average [Dm] every day motherfucker
Slick like a snake [Eb] cause I suck [Gm] ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man before
[Bb] But you gon' be the first you [Eb] little trick [Gm] ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it tastes
But [Dm] before I nut I'll shoot some piss in [Gm] your face you fuckin' coward
Tattlin' like a nervous [Dm] wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself [Eb] in check
And [Gm] when you left my presence, you left speedy in
You ain't no fuckin' [Bb] killer, you's a [Gm] comedian, gosh
Tell me why you act so scary
Here in your set, a [Dm] bad name with your [Gm] misspelled name
D-I-H-T
Now should I continue?
Yeah, you left [F] out the G, cut the G [Eb] and E
Remember that time you was rollin' on the west [Dm] side
And a little brown bucket [Ab] put up in your [Gm] side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a real killer
Tell me did you feel a little nervous?
You was in the shadow of death
With two trap-fire cigars [Bb] pointed at [Gm] your chest
Mmm, what you gon' do?
Where was your niggas that kill [D] at?
You ain't got no killers, [Eb] so kill that
Holding up your hands and begging for [Dm] a pass
You lucky they didn't get to get the thumping [Eb] on your ass
[Gm] Cause this damn you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful [Dm] who you fuckin' [Ab] with
D-I-T
Don't make dollars, don't make ten
[Fm] So don't kill, gang, let the pimpin' come in
[Cm] Don't make dollars, don't make [Fm] ten
I'm through playing with your punk ass
[Cm] Don't make dollars, don't make ten
[Fm] So don't kill, gang, let the pimpin' come in
[Ab] Don't make dollars, don't [Fm] make ten
Because you gotta give it up to the real prize
[Gm] _ _ _ Shout Yozelle to my well-known road [Eb] dog
[Gm] What's up, guys, that's the truth
They don't understand it, baby
They can't fake this out here on these countless streets
Bigger than they hit a mansion
To the whole entire Death [Bb] Row family [Eb] Both [Gm] sides
What's up, niggas?
And my nigga Big Sheila
[D] Known for keeping [Gm] shit poppin'
To my nigga Big Jake
Got a little nigga High C
Little [Dm] straight [Eb] G
[Gm] And that little singing-ass nigga Daddy Boy
Y'all don't understand
Y'all can't fake this
[Eb] I'm the first nigga that [Bb] was banging on wax
And if you remember,
1987, underground [D] taste
And it [Bb] don't stop
And [C] it won't stop
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