Chords for MC Chris - Boba Fette's 'Vette (Lyrics)

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Cuz I'm on set spy in my DeLorean.
[E] War is over, I'mma beat the [B] Mandalorian.
The story's tough, Star Wars is [C] storyin'.
Stephen and Faith, buffin', playin' [E] at Bennegan's.
But I'm renegade, show to penetrate.
First and second defense, I [B] won't hesitate.
Gotta Jabba 2 and Darth [C] Makaba Delegate.
Got somethin' against, gotta walk with someone he really hates.
[E] I don't give a fuck, I'm at Priscilla.
Bra like Carrie, could be Hynna at [B] Yoda's dojo.
Gotta make the money, credits no [C] good.
When the Jabba's on the shop in your neighborhood.
[E] Yes, you can cook, I got a grappling hook.
Let's make this quick, cuz I'm really booked.
I'm a devious, degenerate, [Em] defender of the devil.
Shot down all the trash compactors on the detention level.
My backpacks, got checks.
Well, I'm Bola, the fat.
[B] Well, I bounty hunt for Jabba [C] Hut.
Too fun and my vet.
[Em] Well, I chill in deep space.
I'm masked, it's over my face.
[B] Well, I deliver the crap, but I still never [C] ask.
It's my time, but I like to waste it.
[E] Damn, I'm a question, reference, that enigma.
Get inside a slave one, find your home and signal.
From [B] Endor to Hoth, Ripley to Spock.
I'll [C] find what you want, but that's gonna be a cost.
I say my [E] name is Boba Fett, I know this shit is tight.
But I'm acting right, yo, frozen in carbonite.
God [B] deal, let's gotta excite.
Flame throwers on my wrist, you [C] still don't get the chance.
Fight boots that made the kit, tongue [E] kicks that made the hit.
You think I give a shit?
Your mama is a bitch.
I see you in the style like [B] Pit.
You just flip my switch, integrity for [C] ditch.
You scratch it on my hit, you know I shoot to get.
I got the [E] Venus, second T-Lands, wait, I lift my lefty left.
So I'll let you get back inside your little spaceship.
Give you a head start, cuz I'm a sportin' [C] con.
Consider the startin' lil' and stinky smile.
Hot [E] inside, hope you have hyperdrive.
Ready to stay alive, don't try to slit me five.
Cuz I never take a [B] bribe, who's a beat up or driven driver.
Baddest bunny hunter, [C] let no man put us under.
Or S.A.P. put under, as in [E] six feet.
Got an imperial fleet backin' me up.
Gonna blow up any attempt to defeat [B] me.
Got a desk dog, got four payments on my [C] car.
Handed over the hammerhead, at most I see [E] bar.
Used to carjack, now he's a bar practice.
Go to show how you can get back on the right [B] track.
And for me that's not an option, can't say that with more [C] clarity.
Me goin' legit would be like Jar Jar with sweet [Em] generic.
My backpacks got checks.
Well, I'm Boba the Fett.
Well, [B] I'm Bounty Hunter for Java Hut.
[C] Too fun and my vet.
[Em] Well, I chill in deep space.
A mask is over my face.
[B] Well, I can live with a cry for I'm so narrow my eyes.
[C] Cuz my time I don't like to waste.
Get [E] down!
I stay open like a Tom Tom.
Faster than the Autobot.
Or a motorbike and chime.
Do the deed, I'm living [B] on gum.
Java has a heat fit.
Contact Caribbean.
[C] Overcome the climate for the politic.
It's a [E] gem.
Back in the day when I was a slave.
Livin' life with a vaseline, like in a pod race.
[B] Mean streak, streak.
That became a backer case.
[C] So to space it, do that plate potate.
[E] Jump on the Bacards.
Call the Cro-Watt.
Lifestyle all about girls and cars.
[B] Getting fucked up and fucked up.
I [C] see I'm not a retard.
Or get locked up by a [E] dram lodge.
And I charge with a face so scarred.
A cold black cock that's been torn apart.
The synth whiz, and they had a dick so hard.
[C] Cuz it's long enough to go when a pussy far far.
[E] Call me master.
Cuz I'm faster to fly on fire.
I no longer have to hotwire.
I'm a hunter for hire with no plans to retire.
And all the sucker MCs can't call me sir.
My backpack's got checks.
_ _ _ [Bm] I'm Boba the Fat.
[C] _ _ _ [Em] I'm Bounty Hunter for Java Hut.
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_ [B] Do [C] you finance my back? _ _
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