Chords for Memphis Bleek - Do My... ft. JAY-Z

[E] _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ _ [A] _ [D]
[A] Turn up [E] loud, [A] [F] rockin' this _ _ Oh yeah
[G#] [G] Bounce, [Cm] bounce, [C#]
[G] oh, oh, [F] bounce, [G] oh, [C] bounce, [C#]
[D] bounce
Do [F] my [F#] ladies run [G] this month up?
[C] [C#] Yeah, [G] yeah
Do my thugs run this month [C] up?
Yeah, [C#]
[G] yeah, [F] yeah
Do my ladies [F#] run it fat [G] and flat [G#] stomachs?
No hand in the air if it's the year
The woman on [F] my door [G] grunted
Let them know that you [C] still
No drink in the air
[G] You my thug new, you [G#] are my man
Scoot, you and your friends
You, you act, you with the Tims
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes, Indian hair
Black girl, let me pour you a glass
Of Bellevue, tell me [G] all about your past
Let me console [G#] your soul while I palm you
And your man did what?
He ain't give you, he cheated with her
I can't just do, I tell you this though
Get with this dude, I teach you about dope and show you what this do
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
But I don't freeze princes, I just seize
Break up happy homes, just seize missus
[Em] You never get a back, once you get [F] a yap, how you love [G#m] that?
[G] _ [C] How [G] _
_ [Fm] you love [G] that?
_ [C] _ _ [C#] _
[G] [F] Do my [G] ladies run this mother?
[C] _ [C#] Get, [G] get, all [F] through my gloves, [F#] run [G] this mother
[G#] _ Yeah, [G] yeah, do my ladies run [F#] it?
Fat, [G] the fat [C] stomach, no a hand in the air
If [G] it's the year, [F] the woman on my door running
[G] Let em know get you still, [C] no a drink in [C#] the air
Let [G] em know you still loving
Ayo, back, rolling, rap, you can't hold em
Rock gear matching, cruising through Manhattan
Bleak is chilling, murder is chilling
What more can I say?
We still, packs, we still
_ [Cm] We building em, chicks like, I'm feeling em
Yeah, my, [F] okay, black jeans [Cm] and dimble
And give em adrenaline rush, ladies know the difference
[Gm] Between them, and us, we the [G] ROC
[C] And we don't stop, they [D#] don't make a, [G] that we don't [F] pop
Matter of fact, they [G] don't make a car that we don't [C] drop
Lord, you knew, they [G] don't make you, that we don't cop
But you knew, you acting like the rock ain't hot
On a car that I cop, ain't missing the top
And even if they don't make drops that kind
I tear the roof off like I'm Busta [F] Rhymes
Do my ladies [G] run this mother
[C] Yeah, [C#]
[G] yeah, going [F] through my thugs, [G] run this mother
[G#] Yeah, [G] yeah, yeah
[F] Do my ladies running, [G] fat, the fat [C] stomach
Throw a hand in the [G] air, if it's the air
The [F] woman on my throat running
[F#] Let em know [G] that you still, [C] know a drink in [G] the air
Let em know you still [F] loving
Do my ladies [F#] running, [G] mother
[C] _ [C#] Okay, [G] going [F] through my thugs, [G] run this mother
[C] Okay, [C#] uh, uh, [G] uh
R.O.C. we don't stop _
_ [G#] R.O.C. we don't stop _
_ [F] R [G].O [C].C. [C#] _
[G] [F] we don't stop
[G] _ [C] Uh, [G#] man play it, [G] you [F] understand it
[G] It's _ [C] my right
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