Chords for Dr. Dre - Bitch Niggaz feat. Six-Two, Hittman, Snoop Dogg - Chronic 2001

It's a good ass league.
Check it out dawg.
This game is a motherfucking trip man.
Word on the streets.
Everybody [Am] always trying to run up on me hollering my word on the streets.
This nigga said this.
Man I don't give a fuck about what that nigga said man.
[Em] That's what's wrong with you niggas.
You niggas just like bitches.
Whole ass niggas.
Talk too motherfucking much.
[Am] Stay to your own.
Get your own.
You know what I'm saying?
Be independent nigga.
[Em] Yeah.
[B] Bitch niggas. _
[Bm] Bitch niggas.
[C] Jazz niggas.
Bitch niggas.
[Am] I'm talking about you bitch niggas.
You too.
[B] I need more bitch niggas than hoes.
Look here.
And I really don't know.
[C] But that's just how I go.
So many niggas like to keep up shit.
And just like a bitch.
Niggas be talking [Bm] shit.
Smiling in my face and then they blast me in the back.
Niggas stay strapped from way back.
Cause [C] payback.
Make niggas wanna pop that shit.
If you ain't ready for the game.
[Cm] Niggas stop that shit.
[Bm] We rock that shit.
So nigga Drake drop that shit.
No more [B] talking.
Walking in the pop in the clip.
[C] Lock on the hip.
Set trippin dipping and shit.
If you act like a bitch.
Nigga you get smacked like a [B] bitch.
Bitch niggas.
_ These niggas don't know what the fuck is going on.
[C] Yo dog.
Check it kick back.
Let me holla at these niggas for a minute.
[B] Straight off the streets of chaos.
And no pity.
The aggravated.
[F#] Making these punk [C] motherfuckers hate it.
Calm down.
This the city I'm from.
Can't [B] never leave the crib without a murder weapon.
[Bm] I can't live my life on broke no more.
And most of these fools [G] ain't shit.
But [C] cutthroats.
They smile in a nigga face.
And for what?
They got the game fucked up.
And want my thing fucked [B] up.
I done learned a lot.
Seen a whole lot.
Top notch [G] nigga.
I'm fiending for that spot.
[C] Now peep game on what 6 Deuce told me.
These niggas after your paper Dr.
D.R.E.
[B] And these punk ass hoes is looking for dough.
You gotta watch your homeboys.
Cause a nigga never know.
[C] They'll be around but when your paper get low.
Just like Master P said.
There they go.
There they [B] go.
Bitch niggas.
Uh huh.
I'm scheming.
And look _ [C] I'm scheming.
And bitch nigga.
_ _ _ [B] Bitch nigga.
Bitch nigga.
[Bm] Hell a bitch nigga.
[C] You's a bitch nigga.
Bitch nigga.
[B] Bitch nigga.
I know your type.
So much bitch in you.
If it was slightly darker.
Lights was little dimmer.
My dick be stuck up in your [C] windpipe.
You ever blow me to fight.
I'm from the [Am] old school.
Like wrong me wrong [F] homie.
Yo.
You owe me the right.
[Bm] To slap you.
Like the [B] bitch that you are.
Been wanting to cap you ever since you was mad.
Y'all got me with that bitch in your car.
[C] Fool.
Who do you think you are?
Mr.
Big stuff.
Man you shit on head.
Get your shit bust.
[Bm] Plus.
Pistol whip.
Cover it up.
Use your bitches blush.
Mr.
Powder puff.
Yo.
Funk ain't loud [C] enough.
I know chihuahuas.
That's mo' ra ra.
Ha ha.
I have to laugh.
Dre.
I bet he take [B] bubble baths.
You don't want no trouble with the aftermath staff.
Trust me.
Doggy dog.
I'm Dicky.
Doctor plus me.
[C] Don't use a bus to slap hussy.
Soft as a hush puppy.
Must we break you down [A#] to estrogen.
Most hated [Bm] specimens of hissing.
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