Chords for Foxy Brown, Spragga Benz - Oh Yeah

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_ _ Hey, what I said, sir, yeah.
Yeah, no, no, no, no, no. Yeah.
Get your hands in the air, sir.
_ _ Woo.
Yeah.
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I'm the most politically [E] acclaimed rapstress in the [G] game.
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_ Okay.
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ [G] Get your _
_ _ [A] _ _ [A] hands in the air, sir. Go. _
[E] [A] I'm _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] in my own [A] world, I speak how I feel, sometimes [G] I feel like I'm just too real.
I love to stack [A] riches, no disrespect y'all, I respect the rap game, but I don't [G] roll
with rap lame.
I'm speaking from my heart, if not that I'm too good, I'm just hood.
Been like this since a young bro, remember when I bust [A] my gun in 96?
Yeah, I ain't never seen me flick up with them [G] fake ass chicks.
See this nail up in your [A] face, turn around and pop [G] slick, you a industry [A] chick.
I might breeze through Chloe, Fendi or Tips, but other than that it's just me and my skills.
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dream filthy, my moms and pops mixed in with that Trini [F] rum and whiskey.
Profits at [A] all, six fed off, scat let off, I speak calm, youngster, then pours off [G] like
Screech of Dawn.
Who y'all [A] know, rock [E] prodder like Bop, pop [F] bottles in the back of the cellar with [A] Donatella.
Cartier wristwear, posh or Kate Faye, got em standing in line just to [F] get a sneak take.
Act like y'all [A] know I keep scat beneath waist, and like a hundred thou each cribbing each save.
When Fock comes through, she all up, done the piss, I'm like [F] Marion Jones, what, who
the, what up, long rear, slipping, never tripping, never catch ground, slipping, what, y'all
be nice around Mike like [A] Pippin, so all my thugs that's blood in the cribbing, I'm still
pippin, still go riding and switching, what up. _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F#] What's a day when the tables do turn, what's a day when the tables do turn, what's a day
when the tables do turn, what's a day when the tables do turn.
Throw your hands up, while I'm scat, rolling a key, boss the screech, zip your tongue,
zip your tongue, zip your tongue, zip your tongue.
What's a day when the tables do turn, what's a day when the tables do turn, what's a day
when the tables do turn, what's a day when the tables do turn.
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