Chords for DJ Quik - Keep Tha "P" In It

_ [Am] Hey, hey, hey, [A] hey, Topshop.
Hey, [G] Topshop.
Hey, man, [Gbm] what is [C] it, man?
Who [Gb] on the record, man?
Man, who the hell are you, man?
[Em] Holdin' up on me, man, lookin' like you so broke, man.
If it caught me, said the shit you had to throw [Eb] up.
[C] Man, [Em] who on the- you know who on the record.
Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass [Eb] down, [C] man?
So is it my turn again?
Yeah, nigga, it's your turn.
Oh, I kick the funky first for [Fm] the peep [Em]-funk.
Well, count [C] down, nigga, to the end for [D] these fakers.
Bet [Fm] we at this time, and [Em] we fake, no fake.
Cause who the fuck is this foolin' out [G] the [Ab] Westside?
Not bein' low for [Fm] the ride, [C] but it's only for the truth.
That's right, so peep this [D] shot.
And if I get it hot, baby, [Em] I'ma rock the twat.
Cause ain't no party like [Am] a party in the pen-ail [Fm] suite.
And you know how we do it, [C] baby, no tricks.
So if the knock of this [G] mat brings fear to them perpetrators,
all the [D] neighbors cowards from [Em] the very start.
[D] Pretendin' days to want that truce, but [Fm] pimp, who was they foolin'?
[Em] Close [Am] the fuse, [C] stickin' weeds on the [Em] decline.
Cause we dicks to [D] bees, and [Em] it's true, I'm Dr.
Funk [Gb] this time.
[G] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
Comin' at that ass [D] again, let them skybuster lean in your fist so she can
take [Em] a hop to the top with a hustler's [G] hangout.
Endo remains to [Fm] sprout, but Zip knows what [Em] I'm talkin' bout.
And you're toast from [D] my block to your neighborhood.
Tell him [C] quick, we ain't always back to no good.
I wish you would, cause [Dm] I'm true to this case to shit.
I took [Fm] a Tic Tac accustomed like [C] a home-runner hood bitch.
Shoot my ends, hoe.
They say it's never [Fm] enough, you know.
I gots [Em] to have more, but I'ma show you [G] spot.
In fact, I just jacked his [Ab] trip and his folks so I [C] can put the lat.
And straight from [Gm] anytime, it's only right to [Ab] peep the rhyme.
I gots to [Em] take my check, yo, hands with the [G] shit that's tight.
This two-tone game, put it down.
Ain't it [Em] big, big time. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Fm] _ [Em] _ _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ [Fm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ [Fm]
It's [Em] the one to the nine with [F] the nine to [G] the phone.
When I thought you knew the [Ab] drill, but you still don't [C] hear me though.
Cam and Watts up from the grass roots.
No Daisy Duke [Db] shit, knocking crazy ass [Em] boots.
Nigga, please, we in here like [C] G's.
Putting down [Gm] work when I left, don't even sneeze.
Up the [C] road D.
That's just [Dm] the east side where you're getting trips.
When you [D] raised up dealing with the dogs and the [C] rips.
New cars get tagged.
Low riders get wrecked.
Niggas' caps get [Fm] filled.
Back and chins get [C] checked.
Don't expect no love or no [Dm] apology.
The kids ain't [C] falling for your child's [Em] psychology.
You're not in focus.
And your [D] business is the best bet.
Screaming Watts [Fm] riot.
We ain't even made a [C] mess yet.
Shouldn't speak with a [E] weak heart.
[A] You got to [C] finish everything you [G] started.
Ain't a [C] damn thing.
_ _ [G] _ _ _
[Fm] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ [Em] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ Now, [G] _ _ [Fm] _
_ [Em] niggas transform like the septicons.
We'll [Ab] slice your ass up like Jeffrey [C] Dime.
Quick drop bombs on the [G] people.
Even though a nigga [G] rap, you'll still get that [C] ass whipped.
Please don't say.
Ain't a damn thing changed.
Numb your ass up like some Novocaine.
Hey, y'all, fuck them like you [G] smoked some [D] Luke.
High C's, Bill C.
Pussy like soup.
[Em] We got Cam, New D and Quik.
[Am] And [Fm] me, myself, Mr.
Big [Em] K.
Now, I might not know which bitch that I [Dm] want.
But I know one [C] thing.
I'm [G] from your speaker and not from your ass.
Because [Ebm] some of y'all [Fm] bitches just won't take [Em] baths.
_ [A] Cannot be tamed because we [C] troops in a gang.
And ain't a damn thing changed.
[G] _ _ _ _
[D] _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Fm] _
_ [C] _ Can _ _ _ [D] _
[Em] you tell me?
_ Goddamn, motherfucker, [Ab] it's the gangsta thing.
[Em] Can't get shit for these niggas and all these badniks.
Cause I got the dope [G] shit for each and every [Em] set next.
So come on, it's that black ass bitch.
I can never switch it for [Fm] you cause I'm still the same.
We [C] ain't me and D.
I'm the shit gig down the fucking door.
We represent the people.
[Ab] You know where to stand.
[Em] Now back up in your ass again.
It's Mr.
Quik and not Klaus.
I got the shit to shake him down, [Fm] break him down, take him down.
And now [Em] that's all.
Chilling with my niggas, Mr.
Two-Tone.
[C] Second and Unclear Ham and Cam.
[D] Well, goddamn.
[Em] Doing it like we do it.
Ain't nothing [Eb] but truth to [D] it.
Rolling [Em] with the [Ab] funky P.
I thought you knew [Em] it cause it's nothing but the best for the truth from the west side.
Cause ain't nothing changing it.
No, that's right.
Yeah, this is General Jeff bringing up the [C] real.
Letting you know we represent with [G] all-star lineup on that ass.
Check this out.
We got Quik, second to none, high C.
Clap Ham, Two [Em]-Tone, and that nigga Cam.
If that don't move your [G] ass, I don't know what will.
[Em] But no matter what, you gots to keep the P in it.
That's mandatory, baby, cause