Chords for Sugar Hill

[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
It's a love [Gm] life, it's a love life.
[F] _ _ _ _ It's [Cm] a love life, [F] it's a love life.
It's a love life, it's a [Cm] love life.
[F] At times I went to watch out the Mabeyots.
Loaning on owning [Cm] co-ops, pawn drop tops, hoops and yachts, guttling greats, walks and [F] scotch.
Formulating up plots to escape from Salem's lot, cause it's scorching hot.
Making it hard trying to figure who's out to trap me.
But Tacky got all kinds of undercovers coming at me.
Perhaps we won't be happy till they snatch me and place me where half of blacks be.
Sitting in Kazdakie but never me.
See, my destiny's to be forever free.
An ecstasy on a hill that'll wait for me.
So plushed up, the visualizes like a coat brush.
Vivid enough to make living this a month.
Fluffy, frizz, frizz, frizz.
Sugarhill [Gm] baby, Sugarhill baby, [G] baby, baby.
And yo son, [Gm] boil the sage down, let's count this money.
[F] _ Put the grams in the sage, cause we spinning [C] the jacksons.
The [Ab] Rastis go to White [F] City, you know how we [Gm] do. _
[F] No more cutting grams or slapping crayons up in rubber bands.
I'm a recovered [G] man, I will plant to discover other [F] lands.
Suburban faces got me seeking for oasis.
Whisked out by the captains, ladies are all races with nine faces.
Sex on the rice and peaches, the same promise, though the same promise.
I'm as determined as them old timers.
I'm on a villa in the Costa Rica, so I can smoke my beef up.
And enjoy how life's supposed to treat ya.
Late in the shades of the Everglades, finally forever paid.
Wearing the finest fabrics tellers ever made.
Me and my team, Caribbean cuisine.
I guess being down for so long, I'm more than strong to see my dreams.
You know what I mean?
Sugarhill, [Gm] baby.
Sugarhill, baby.
[G] Baby, baby.
It's so love [Gm]-like.
So love _ [F]-like.
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_ _ _ [Eb] I'm sipping the black.
So until I see past the green pasture, me being Supreme Master ain't much more life I've seen after.
But another chapter, a new way of life to adapt to.
Country streets of gacha, I have you caught up in the [F] rapture.
Deja vu, I can vision my killer crew more hospitable.
Confidently aware, plus political, political.
And so they claim every man's created equal, us as native people.
Finding it harder for nice to see through, but once established.
We in love, we living lavish like the house [G] of Versailles in Paris.
I got a [F] hattice that's so plush, just to visualize us like a coat brush.
Vivid enough to make living this a must.
Plus, well, well, well.
Sugarhill, baby.
[Cm] Sugarhill, baby.
[Fm] Baby, baby.
It's so love _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[F]-like.
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[F] _ _ _ Sipping on bubble-like. _
_ It's so love _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ -like.
It's so love-like. _ _ _ _ _
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_ It's so _ _ _ love [F] _ _ _ -like.
Sipping on bubble-like. _
_ It's so crazy.
[Gm] It's so love-like. _
It's so crazy.
It's so love-like.
Sipping on bubble-like.
I wanna do it on Sugarhill, baby.
I wanna do, I wanna do _
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