Comin Hard Chords by Mr. Pookie

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Now, [N] uh, which way he came left or right, you can squash that.
I came from all directions, player, can you top that?
I got [Ab] him waiting, Mr.
Rippler, how you dropping it?
See, I'mma drop it with a CD full of major hits.
I got the switch when it's clicked, I'm in the zone, fool.
And plus, you know that I'm gon' rip it for the song crew.
His name is Shine, time to polish off my game, right?
I'm a little crunk like it's game night, a Roy Jones type of [Gb] fight.
We combinations that can spark up in a blaze fire.
I'm getting paid while [Fm] you bustas going haywire.
So what you say now?
I brought the ruckus, testing the busters.
Got something to say, but no, they love us indeed.
I bring the keys when it's time to choke.
Ready [N] to beat up on the foes at the end of the show.
This time, you know my kicks stay on top of they [Ab] game.
And when you least expect it, does another hook to the [Fm] brain.
If you a baller, baby, [Ab] tell them how [Eb] you hustle.
[Fm] _ _
_ If you a hustler, baby, [Eb] hustle like a [Fm] hustler.
_ Just meet some players and you [Eb] know just who.
[Fm] _ _
_ If you a crook, baby, [Eb] tell them how you crook.
[Fm] _ _
Right back at you, all hell now, I [N] won't ease up.
Don't got me crunk now, picture me with these stuff.
In my pockets, I'm out to get it on the paper race.
Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper weight.
Set the stage, I ain't got no killers on the payroll.
Only my crook players with me from the get-go.
[Gb] Let it be known, I'm from Dallas, that's in Texas.
Bring it on, that's if you [N] think you cannot flex us.
Gotta bring your best, cause I'm running round these fools.
I've been waiting for this very day, straight up clowning fools.
I face him, him, who, what?
That's all my foes, see we gunning when we running.
I'm a gang player, knocking down closed doors.
And down the cycle pose when I finish ripping on these chiggas.
Making sure my presence felt, boy, I've been bound to come up with you.
It's the mister coming hard on them, bringing the track, I'm a bomb on them.
Kevin Knight put [Fm] the guard on them, I'm a doctor, saw him on them.
If you a baller, baby, [Eb] tell them how you hustle.
[Fm] _ _
_ If you a hustler, baby, [Eb] who's for lunch?
_ [Fm] _ _
_ Guess we some players and you [Eb] know just who.
[Fm] _ _
_ If you a crook, baby, [Eb] tell them how you crook.
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Now you see me in a change of clothes, still creased [N] down.
Got my ice on my fingers and strutting hard through the town.
And I can't forget my crown, flip the brim like a pork.
Slide my fingers across, that's to make sure of the fit.
Got the ladies checking this, got my heart whipped up.
And a sack in my pocket, finished connecting in the cup.
Valley roughed on the mic when I'm chilling like this.
That's when I'm out and with my crooks feeling dizzy.
I come with Dizzy, we hit, can't nobody say the G's.
I mess with a boo, hit a boo, no, we strapping on these trees.
You can try, you won't succeed, I'm too player like playboy.
I know some [Fm] crew cats that'll whoop you and your homeboys.
Me and Hooters, solo Johnson in the [N] old school.
Clubbing with no rules, peeping the foes too.
Eating some soul food, and now we choosing.
It's Mr.
Pookie, neighborhood watcher, crook is [Fm] moving.
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[Fm] _ If you a baller, baby, [Eb] tell them how you're hooked [Fm] with heart.
If you a hustler, baby, [Eb] whoop a like a [Fm] superstar. _
_ Yes, we some players, and you [Ab] know just who's in [F] heart.
_ [Fm] If you a crook, baby, [Ebm] tell them how you're hooked [Fm] with heart.
If you a crook, _ baby, [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ _
_ whoop a like a superstar.
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