Chords for DJ QUIK-JET SET

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I'm soft heat, got me hard as the street Pop your [Gm] ass in the teeth, leave your head
in the sea [Dm] I move scum with my sister, till they snitched
on me Now we run in [Bb] different directions from the
CPD [Am] Money don't come back, problems stay forever
Bullets [Gm] for my nephews, let them perish together For them I wrote [Dm] these fuckin' lyrics on the
back of a Simmons Wishin' I had [Bb] a big brother like the game
got hittin' [Am] So I'm flyin' my hair out, tryin' to air
out Goin' callous [Gm] into my shell, I'm kickin'
my care out Never mind my [F] whereabouts, it won't be with
family [Gm] Like the gang, each other an only gang, bang
in the house [Am] Just a post-traumatic sufferer in Hennessy
Attic buffering won't even [Gm] help with the static in my muffins
So come and cuff him, I'm [F] slippin' into the dark side
Under the influence of my own [Bb] existence Like Claire Hamm when he started this [Am] ride
Or Shadow and Bulldog in the marina We Mac and [Gm] Nina sippin' Kelotta Pina's
You shoulda seen us [F] when Eric Wright tried to buy me out of [Bb] bondage
From profile, cause Roofless had all the style And [Am] now, when did it change?
I didn't see it runnin' The curb [Gm] came, I went over tumblin'
My last few records, [F] you heard me sick at the heart
Gettin' picked apart [Bb] by the very people makin' me grieve _
[F] You [Am] wanna jet-set with me?
Ain't nothin' [Gm] really here to see
We gon' be suckin' off [F] the plane, stress off your brain
See the world [Bb] as clear as can be People [Am] need class, go back to school
I'll tell you [Gm] what you need to do You need to be straight, [Dm] relax
And ain't no [F] reaction to the [Bb] things that's botherin' you
Come on, [Am] let's go
My life and the day, I live for the moment
Being full of [Gm] focus is my only bonus I walk around the city [F] with a skeptical pair
Of pessimistic preconceptions, [Bb] and niggas rippin' my donuts
And that's [Am] only because I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food
Cause they'd rather [Gm] see you grievin' than to see you leavin'
Passin' a buck, [F] they know you in and be mad as fuck
Better to [Bb] see you fail than to be drivin' the baddest truck
All [Am] I love bitches who live right next to the liquor store
The hazel-eyed, beady, [Gm] smokin' bitch eager to lick him low
The yeast-infected, [Dm] misdirected, low-ridin' lover
Baby mother with a mop like [Bb] a sailor ready to blow
I work [C] around the clock [Am] to keep avoidin' the ever-present traps
Of niggas and [Gm] tramps who see me as the Orin Ramp
Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980s
And thought she raised a crack [Bb] baby to be a lady [F] And crazy!
You [Am] wanna just sit with me?
Ain't nothin' [Gm] really here to see
We're gonna be steppin' [F] off the plane
Stress off your brain
See the [Bb] world as clear as can be
[Am] People need class to go back to school
To tell you [Gm] what they need to do
You need to be straight, [F] relax
And ain't no reaction to the [C] fangs that's botherin' you
Come on, let's [Am] go!
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