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Hey guys, just thought I'd tab a simpler version for you. I absolutely love it acoustic! Enjoy! Capo 1 Chords used: C B Em D for verse and chorus C Em for bridge C B Em D are repeated for the entire song apart from the bridge which is C and Em. It's real easy. [Verse]
C I gotta fake ID andB a check list. Em It goes never meet a girl on CraiDg's List. C And never spend your mBoney on a necklace. Em 3 square meals, homie gotta Dhave breakfast. C Real shit, she beB payin' for the date. Em I be on my Will Smith, EnemDy of State. C Keep my friends close, keep myB enemies away. Em And if they all repellDin', uh, they so jealous.
C Imma do shit that justB piss them off Em Say you never heard me Dit's your loss. They bitin' on my freestyles. They tell me make my money Frontin' on that weed style.
I tell 'em I be too old for it And I gave my brother my ID. She independent but these bitches never find me. I hope they don't find him, though. 'Cause they be knocking on my door Now they looking through my window. [Chorus] Tell me what you really want from me, Point blank no discussion. Close mouth, close mouth, ow. I give it to you No Interruption. And tell me one time that you want me. I promise that I won't say nothing. Shi-shut it up, shi-shi-shut it up. I'll give it to ya, No Interruption. In your home in your home oh. On the phone, on the phone. All alone, all alone, uh. I'll give it to ya, No Interruption. In your house, in your house oh. On the couch, on the couch. Name the time and the place and the function. I'll give it to you, No Interruption. [verse] Talking money I don't really give a F, man. I got power like a mother-Fuckin' X-Man Married to the game but I'd rather be the best man, You be on the same shit all day ESPN. Brand new kicks, why you shoppin' at a Payless. Doing it on my first take, Skippin' all the Bayless. See me you can be me but I end up on the A list. I'm chilling with Rihanna and the Ca-Ca-Caymans. I'm just kidding I'm a white kid, hi kids! Anderson Silva, I hit 'em with the high kicks. Never been realer, you nuttin' but a side kick. Oh you on Myspace' That use to be my shit. So who's killin' the game' Who's the culprit' I be working like I'm Anders Holmvick. Now I gotta buncha new friends and they all rich. Got blazers, all rich. [Chorus] [Bridge]
C I know it's hard to give you everything you wantEm from me, C When I'm running on empEmty.
(I'm runnin', I'm runnin', I'm runnin')
C I know it's hard to be the Emtype of dude you wanna be, C 'Cause your girlfriend wantedEm me.
(Where she want it though') [Chorus]