Chords for DJ Quik - Dollaz & Sense

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Now let's get down to business, bitches, [Dm] cause it seems like y'all [Eb] just keep on trying to diss this
Nigga, let you know that's been down for [Gm] years, I've clout for years, and y'all can never fade my peers
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, [Dm] 10, [Eb] and you can't win, cause all the way around, nigga, I get [Dm] respect
And you's a nigga that can't even get [Eb] no props in your state
Drag new quark, you say, huh?
[Gm] Wanna be ripping, but now it's time [Eb] to do some [Gm] set-tripping
So listen, cuz I don't want y'all to miss, that I'm about to break [Dm] it down for [Gm] this bitch
Check it, occasional [D] problem, April Spruce, C to M, Westside, [Bb] East, Brand, [Eb] all the [Gm] flea
That's from the 3 in 4 rule of block, P-Funk, ride it
So niggas, watch [Bb] your ass at [Gm] that center department
Now, Aaron Sly, tell me why you seem so tamed when [Bb] I caught you at the airport [Eb] shaking like [Gm] a crab yank
You look up and you see my nigga stummin', [Bb] and you look like your bitch ass was [Eb] about to start running
[Bb] But all I wanted to do was kick a little conversation, and see if we can fix this little [Gm] situation
But where the fuck you at was what you wondered, yeah
That's [Dm] probably why you [Gm] changed your little page or nothing
But bitches like you don't grow, you can't even look me in my eye
Let [Eb] alone go toe to toe, and call me skinny, [Dm] you's a clown
I'ma call you EO, cuz you weigh [Gm] 92.3 pounds
Fat ass actor, movie script killer, food don't [Bb] you know?
[Eb] Quick and still, but nigga, got this soul, though, boy, you oughta [Gm] quit
Your records don't fit, and [Eb] bitches don't [Gm] drop your shit
You need to stay there, you cunt, good clown, and get off of the [Bb] nips of the [Eb] niggas with guts
[Gm] Because I'm down with the trees, I'm down with death row
I'm [Bb] down with black tone, and I'm [Gm] down with the flow
So, when we cross paths and hope that soon
I'ma boot yo [Bb] motherfucking [Eb] ass to the [Gm] moon
You need to quit banging on the frost pretext
Cuz if it don't make [Ab] dollars, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So [Fm] don't Q, man, let the pivot commence
If it [Ab] don't make [D] dollars, it don't make [Fm] sense
So don't Q, man, let the feebo [Ab] commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So [Fm] don't kill me, let the people commit
[Ab] If you don't make [D] wallahs, don't make [Fm] snakes
Because you gotta give it to the crew
[Gm] Now I'm a man with you to weigh in
Writing to the left end
Take a deep [Bb] breath in
[Ebm] Cook it like a [Gm] chef, man
This is dedicated to the CPT
Nobody at CCP
But the niggas that look up to me
I'm making my business to be that truth forever
And whenever I can come clever, well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
That there's only one DJ DUIK
With no [Abm] C, still you [Bb] can't beat me
[D] Because I'm floating in my lyrics, and
The positive facts, and
[Bb] Getting mad snacks while I floss the [Gm] NSX, and
You want what I want, and
Music don't, and
Never thinking that you can catch me [Bb] slipping on a [Gm] street corner
Remember, Gwik is in the house
And Gwik is in the hood
Sipping back with all my [Dm] niggas
Cause it's [Eb] do the good
[Gm] So don't knock it till you try
Cause 80 tried to knock it
But he's [F] still walking around with my [Gm] nuts in his pocket
So keep the beat in it
Represent and sip that [Dm] middler
And for those of y'all concerned
This is [Eb] still 8 [Gm]-zilla
Let me take a load off my scrotum
Little past if it [Dm] don't make dollars, nigga
[Ab] You know that it don't make dollars
If it don't make [Fm] snakes
So don't kill me, and let the pivot commence
If it don't make dollars, if it don't make snakes
So don't kill me, and let the people commence
If it don't make [Ab] dollars, if it don't make [Fm] snakes
So don't kill me, and let the pivot commence
[Ab] If it don't make dollars, if it [D] don't make snakes
[Fm] Because you gotta give it up
For the quick break
[Gm] Now I just sold my fucking soul to the shit that I keep
While you groupie ass [F] niggas keep on [Eb] riding the dick
[Gm] You ought to know that DJ Pink ain't your average everyday motherfucker
Slick like a [Eb] snake cause I suck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a [Dm] man before
But you gon' be the [C] first, you little [Gm] trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it tastes
But before I nut, [Bb] I'll shoot some [Gm] piss in your face, you fucking coward
I ain't look like a [Dm] nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your ass, you put [Eb] yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left speedy in
You ain't no [Dm] fucking killer, you's a [Gm] comedian, bitch
Tell me why you act so scary
Giving your set a bad name with your misspelled name
E-I-H-T
Now should I continue?
Yeah, you [D] left out the G cause the [Gm] G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rolling on the west side
And a little [Bbm] brown [Eb] bucket put up on [G] your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a [Bb] real killer
Tell [Eb] me did you feel [Gm] a little nervous?
You was in the shadow of death
With two [Bb] tramp 5-7's pointed at [Gm] your chick
Mmm, what you gon' do?
Where was your niggas that kill [D] at?
You ain't got no [Eb] killer, so kill [Gm] that
Holding up your hands and begging for a pass
You lucky they didn't get [Dm] to get the [Ebm] thumping on your [Gm] ass
Cause this guy you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you [Eb] fucking with
[Ab] E-I-H-T
Don't make dollars if don't make sense
So [Fm] don't kill them, let the payment come [Cm] easy
Don't make dollars if don't make [Fm] sense
I'm through playing with your punk ass
[Ab] Don't make dollars if don't make [Fm] sense
So don't kill them, let the payment come easy
[Ab]
Don't make [D] dollars if don't make sense
Because you gotta [Ab] give it up to the real presence
[Gm]
E-I-H-T
Shout yo's out
To my well-known road [Eb] dog
[Gm] What's up guys, that's true
They don't understand it, baby
They can't face us out here on these countless streets
We got bigger than they could imagine
To [Dm] the whole entire Dick Fro Fair [C] Both [Gm] sides
What's up niggas
And my [F] nigga Big Shoe
Known for keeping [Gm] shit poppin'
To my nigga Nick J
My little nigga High C
[Dm] Little 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 [Dm] was banging on wax
Yeah, if you remember
[Eb] [Gm] 1987, underground taste
[Ab] [Dm] And it don't stop
And [Eb] it won't stop _
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