Chords for Skinny Pimp - Everything Is Business

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Gb

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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Skinny Pimp - Everything Is Business chords
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Yeah, we're gonna drop the second side of this dope shit
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[D] [E] [Eb] [D] [E]
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[D] [G] [C]
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[Gb] [C]
I'm baby, then we baffling with some dead [E] G's rolling clean.
[Eb] So now them robbers [D] trying to [E] follow us
Fuck [Eb] number one my number nine.
I'll make them [E] back to dust
To [Eb] the curb let them hoes hit the back [E] street balling 80 [Eb] miles one thing or so
I [D] push the [E] industry bitch.
I need [Eb] my money.
No matter whatever the check is [E] gotta snap
You got me fucked up with that shit.
[Eb] What about mr.
Broke?
I gotta beat you hoes
Me's I get that shit you [C] get this shit say you dirty bitch make me to a commercial
[D] I be back and still will [A] have a nip
[Gb] I never get [Db] the every bitch I asked for
[Eb]
[Gb] Everything is [Db] business ain't shit personal
[Gb]
Everything is business ain't shit personal
Everything [Bbm] is business ain't [Db] shit personal
Everything is business ain't shit personal
I was sitting at the kitchen table [Eb] chopping up my day dough
But all of a sudden I heard these shots come through my window
[Gb] I crawled to my [Db] bedroom, then I reached up under my [F] mattress
I gripped my glocks and ran up out the door, I started to cap
This [Eb] thing got stained, what's the [D] do was from the skivvy
[E] Three holes in my [Eb] walls got me spooked but [D] I ain't [E] scary
I called a [Eb] plumble slide on the other end was [E] my shit too
I got some [Eb] static, it's time to [D] jump in our mechanic [E] suit
When I popped the [Eb] clip and took a sniff and [D] W-E [E]-W-F-O-N
Ho, [Eb] I picked up fuckin' Grant, daddy [E] off the porch
We [Eb] caught him sniffin', he was [D] hangin' on the bench [E] street
Fucked the trunk, [Eb] we put his ass [D] in the [Eb] backseat
Glock in his face, [C] bitch, don't look at me, he tellin' lies
I swear I ain't nothin' to his self, bitch
I started to lip and then I smacked him with [N] my paper
My aunt Billa did a stretch, I could beat him down
I started my pursuit to Hobo Doe, they said, smoke him
It [Gb] ain't no
[F] [Ab] big deal, nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
[Gb] It ain't no big deal,
[Bbm] [Gb] nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
It ain't no big deal, nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
It ain't [Bbm] no big deal, nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
[Gb] I got this nigga, I got [Bbm] this nigga, I [Db] got this nigga
[Gb] Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't [Db] shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit [E] personal
Boy, I [Eb] can't sleep, I'm still tired
But my eyes [Em] open early in the [Eb] morning
Outta this gas, [D] but I'm still [Em] smokin'
Suckers on [Eb] my raw jeans, hoppin' to my [E] costume
Sack a [Eb] nigga for a fee of [D] yams and commensal
[Em] Bills got my [Eb] bitches on their heels
[D] Lookin' out for [E] the clout, smokin' out [Eb] the weed
And these hoes bring the [E] fuckin' trap
My glasses [Eb] pop, so pop and drop
These [D] niggas out to claim [E] me
I release the flip, we [Eb] flip, I chip and flip
You [D] can't see, dig [Em] it, G
5 [Eb]-4, bitch, and fuck some bitches, man, we [E] fam-strapped
[Eb] Woodlawn, 9th Street, Smokey City
[E] Boxer Brown, downtown, [Eb] up to 12
Went on [D] copper, gold [Ab] and two
The thickest, the killers, the roughest, the [C] niggas
We comin' straight outta the North, bro
Meanin' that, livin' [D] with it, havin' to get so half-bred
Mike got the deck, you need to bet that
[Db] Cause he got [C] a face, off a lane in Backyard
Niggas down with smoking hoes, [Bb] everything is business
Bitch, ain't shit personal
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Yeah, we're gonna drop the second side of this dope shit _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[D] _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [Eb] _ _
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _
_ [Gb] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
I'm baby, then we baffling with some dead [E] G's rolling clean.
[Eb] So now them robbers [D] trying to [E] follow us
Fuck [Eb] number one my number nine.
I'll make them [E] back to dust
To [Eb] the curb let them hoes hit the back [E] street balling 80 [Eb] miles one thing or so
I [D] push the [E] industry bitch.
I need [Eb] my money.
No matter whatever the check is [E] gotta snap
You got me fucked up with that shit.
[Eb] What about mr.
Broke?
I gotta beat you hoes
Me's I get that shit you [C] get this shit say you dirty bitch make me to a commercial
[D] I be back and still will [A] have a nip
_ _ _ [Gb] _ I never _ _ get [Db] the every bitch I asked for
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gb] _ Everything is [Db] business ain't shit personal
[Gb]
Everything is business ain't shit personal
Everything [Bbm] is business ain't [Db] shit personal
Everything is business ain't shit personal
I was sitting at the kitchen table [Eb] chopping up my day dough
But all of a sudden I heard these shots come through my window
[Gb] I crawled to my [Db] bedroom, then I reached up under my [F] mattress
I gripped my glocks and ran up out the door, I started to cap
This [Eb] thing got stained, what's the [D] do was from the skivvy
[E] Three holes in my [Eb] walls got me spooked but [D] I ain't [E] scary
I called a [Eb] plumble slide on the other end was [E] my shit too
I got some [Eb] static, it's time to [D] jump in our mechanic [E] suit
When I popped the [Eb] clip and took a sniff and [D] W-E [E]-W-F-O-N
Ho, [Eb] I picked up fuckin' Grant, daddy [E] off the porch
We [Eb] caught him sniffin', he was [D] hangin' on the bench [E] street
Fucked the trunk, [Eb] we put his ass [D] in the [Eb] backseat
Glock in his face, [C] bitch, don't look at me, he tellin' lies
I swear I ain't nothin' to his self, bitch
I started to lip and then I smacked him with [N] my paper
My aunt Billa did a stretch, I could beat him down
I started my pursuit to Hobo Doe, they said, smoke him
It [Gb] ain't no _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [Ab] _ big deal, nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
[Gb] It ain't no big deal, _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Gb] nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
It ain't no big deal, _ nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
It ain't [Bbm] no big deal, nigga, bitch, I'm crazy
[Gb] I got this nigga, I got _ _ [Bbm] this nigga, I [Db] got this nigga
[Gb] Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit personal
Everything is business, ain't [Db] shit personal
Everything is business, ain't shit [E] personal
Boy, I [Eb] can't sleep, I'm still tired
But my eyes [Em] open early in the [Eb] morning
Outta this gas, [D] but I'm still [Em] smokin'
Suckers on [Eb] my raw jeans, hoppin' to my [E] costume
Sack a [Eb] nigga for a fee of [D] yams and commensal
[Em] Bills got my [Eb] bitches on their heels
[D] Lookin' out for [E] the clout, smokin' out [Eb] the weed
And these hoes bring the [E] fuckin' trap
My glasses [Eb] pop, so pop and drop
These [D] niggas out to claim [E] me
I release the flip, we [Eb] flip, I chip and flip
You [D] can't see, dig [Em] it, G
5 [Eb]-4, bitch, and fuck some bitches, man, we [E] fam-strapped
[Eb] Woodlawn, 9th Street, Smokey City
[E] Boxer Brown, downtown, [Eb] up to 12
Went on [D] copper, gold [Ab] and two
The thickest, the killers, the roughest, the [C] niggas
We comin' straight outta the North, bro
Meanin' that, livin' [D] with it, havin' to get so half-bred
Mike got the deck, you need to bet that
[Db] Cause he got [C] a face, off a lane in Backyard
Niggas down with smoking hoes, [Bb] everything is business
Bitch, ain't shit personal
_ _ [N] _ _