One Beer Chords by MF DOOM
- Key: G
- BPM: 95
- Capo: no capo
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PULSO FUERTE
GUITARRA
GUITARRA
UKULELE
PIANO
MANDOLINA
BANJO
ONE BEER ACORDES
[Start] [Verse] G ■ I get no kick from champagne Gbsus4 Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all Gbsus4 So tell me why shouldn't it be true G I get a kick out of brew G There's only one beer left G Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf G Tempt me do a number on the label Gb7 Eat up all they MC's and drink 'em under the table like G It's on me put it on my tab kid G However you get there G Foot it cab it Iron horse it G You're leaving on your face forfeit Gb7 I crush the mic hold it like the heat he might toss it G Told him tell they stole it G He told her he lost it Gb7 Gbm7 Gb7 She told him Get off it and a bunch other more shit G Getting money DT's be getting no new leads Gb7 G It's like he eating watermelon stay spitting new seeds G It's the weed give me some of what he's drooping off G Soon as he wake up choking like it was whooping cough G They group been soft Gb7 First hour at the open bar and their trooping off G He went to go laugh and get some head by the side road Gbsus4 She asked him to autograph her derriere Gbsus4 It read G To Wide Load Gb7 This yard bird taste like fried toad Turd Gb7 Love Villain Gb7 Take pride in code words Gb7 Crooked eye mold nerd geek with a cold heart G Probably still be speaking in rhymes as an old fart Gb7 Study how to eat to die by the pizza guy G No he's not too fly to skeet in a skeezers eye G And squeeze her thigh G Maybe give her curves a feel G And the same way she feel it when she flow with nerves of steel Gb7 They call the super when they need their back uh plumbing fixed G How there's only one left the pack comes in six G Whatever happened to two and three G A herb tried to slide with four and five and got caught G Like What you doing G G Don't make me have to get cutting like truancy Gb7 Gbm7 Matter fact not for nothing right now you and me Gbm7 Looser than a pair of Adidas Gbm7 I hope you brought your spare tweeters Gbm7 Mc's sound like cheerleaders Gbm7 Rapping and dancing like Red Head Kingpin Gbm7 Doom came do his thing again no matter who be blinging Gbm7 He do it for the smelly hubbies Gbm7 Seeds know what time it is like it's time for Teletubbies Gbm7 Few can do it even fewer can sell it Gbm7 Take it from the dude who wears mask like a 'tarded helmet Gbm7 He plots shows like robberies Gbsus4 In and out Gbsus4 One two three no bodies please [Chorus] G Run the cash and you won't get a wet sweatshirt Gb7 The mic is the shottie G Nobody move nobody get hurt G Bring heat like ya boy done gone to war Gbsus4 G He came in the door and Everybody on the floor G A whole string of jobs like we on tour Gb7 G Every night on the score coming to your corner store [End]
