Chords for E-40 & B-Legit "Boy" Feat. P-LO (New Music Video)

[D] _ The sound of a dog [G]
barking
_ _ _ [N] _ _
_ [Am] Yo, _ [C#m] [N] P-P-P-Low, I'm doing the bass dog
[Am] Yo, _
[C#m] yo, [Am] _ [C#m] ay, yo
[Am] Wake, wake, [E] shit up, ay
On my mama [Am] I can't make shit up, [F#] ay
[G#m] [D] If I ain't no real boy, [C#m] what you [E]
callin'?
I'ma get you on the bus
Wake, wake, shit up, [C#] ay
On my mama [Am] I can't make [C#m] shit up, ay
[D] If I ain't [N] no real boy, what you callin'?
I'ma get you on the bus
You see it, you see it, you see it, whoo
Vs is in my grill, you can't get your P-P-
Whoo, I'm a boy for real, I keep it, I keep it, uh
All me stay heated, [D] I knock them heat out, speed it
[C#m] Crack them gates up in Rita, [Am] all shit I say J [C#m]-L
J-Pay, [F#] Corlinks, and music by Mel
I started with nothing, ended up with a lot
[C#m] All my life I been hustling and clutching choppers and Glocks
Man, I get [F] it to pop whenever I'm on the block
Never know who'll score [N] when you feed them the rock
Six in the morning, Driz at my spot
[G#] All on the floor, team ready to drop
Run with [A] Scotch, I [N] roll one up
Enough in my blunt to levitate like monks
Bleak boss status ain't made for brunts
Exotics online, that'll wake shit up
Ay, yeah, wake, wake, shit up, ay
On my mama I can't make shit up, ay
[Am] If I ain't no real [C#m] boy, what you [Am] callin'?
I'ma get you [C#m] on the bus
Wake, wake, shit up, ay
On my [Am] mama I can't make shit up, [C#m] ay
[Am] If I ain't no real [E] boy, what you [Am] callin'?
I'ma get you [N] on the bus
I'm off in it, gotta be lay in the heater when I'm off in it
When I'm in there, I'ma need about a soft minute
We can chop it over lunch, maybe talk spinach
Got a platter we can rock and we walk with it
Get a bag, run it up, then we run it back
Get it packed to the gap, watch how they act
It's a wrap when it's wrapped and it's all intact
If I ain't no real boy, what you call that?
Having that, he getting to it
I'm on the shoot, same color as transmission fluid
Two units on my collarbone
But the screen cracked on my iPhone
And these niggas dealing with their hormones
They acting like bitches, they need some tampons
I'm having my riches, I'm sitting on them two tickets
And I lay a nigga out like a napkin
Ay, yeah, wake, wake, shit up, ay
On my [Am] mama I can't make shit up, [F#] ay
[C#m] [Am] If I ain't no real [C#m] boy, what you [Am] call that?
I'ma get you [C#m] all on the bus
[Am] Wake, wake, shit [C#m] up, ay
On my [Am] mama I can't make shit up, [C#m] ay
[A]
If I [N] ain't no real boy, what you call that?
I'ma get you all on the bus
Everything Gucci in another week
Who's put the stash in the 73?
[Am] Me and Lil' Bro, we don't [C#m] even speak
[D] Block me on the gram, I ain't [N] even deep
All I ever had was a bunch of love
Pop anybody trying to poke my cuss
It is what it is, was what it was
Truth really is, we don't give a fuck
Rose gold, ruchy [C#m] rims on my Chevy, the paint wet
I'm a studio with my sound exchange kit
[N] I'm a movie hoe, you can find me on the set
Slapping down my nose, shooting dice, talking shit
Excruciating thrive in the trunk of the mob
Mama used to tell me to get me a job
I used to tell my mama, don't you worry, sa-ha
One day my pockets gonna be as fat as the block
Yeah, wake, wake, shit up, ay
On my mama I can't make shit up, ay
If I ain't no real boy, what you calling?
I'ma get you [C#m] all on the bus
Wake, wake, shit up, ay
On my [Am] mama I can't make shit [C#m] up, [N] ay
If I ain't no real boy, what you calling?
I'ma get you all on the bus _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[E] Man, you don't know who I am, talk to your step-man
Speak, make some noise
_ _ [F#] _ [C#] _ _
[Am] Wake, wake, [B] shit up, ay
On my mama I can't make shit up, ay
Yeah, _ [D] _ _
[N] _ _ _ wake, _ _ _ _ wake, shit up, ay
On my mama I [Am] can't make shit [G#] up, ay _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [A] _