Like This - Chords

I used to be quick and mean, but that all changed

Thanks to the mickey d’s and the sticky green

Plus the nicotine but I still parlé

I had a tongue that moved faster than the left car lane

So when smacked by the glove I had to deliver

Show vigeur and prove that I rap for the love

Man I gotta hand it to me

I could rap about nuthin' at all and get the the whole damn planet movin'

Anything from chopped vegetables

To cops friskin' you att rock festivals

Embedded in flows tight like this

Stick out like cowboys in sci-fi flicks

The rhymes i spit always tasters choice (r)

Like sippin' Mai Tai drinks in a lazyboy

I just sit there…

To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash

All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash

All the speakers that bump my shit

Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

With Moes fingers on the bass and trebble

We raise the levels and chase the devil

Out of space you know the fire burn

Had to call up Max get that iron shirt

I rhyme with words so high that i fly to work

Just hit the studio and write a werse

Get in the booth flip it in overdrive

Grab the mic and kick it like Cobra Kai

Like Grover Wash did Mr. Magic man

I gotta serve’em with an instant classic

Sort of like soda pop when mixed with acid

Sweet and pschadelic for the ignorant masses

Man, there ain’t no stoppin' me

I blaze the broccoli laced with poppy seeds

Breathe in, exhale on top of beats

And make your whole repertoir sound obsolete…

To all the gamblers that love to throw dice

All the lowlife that still rock that old spice

All the speakers that bump my shit

Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

I dip in the stash box the stickiest hasch blocks

Are from Afghanistan the sticks are from Bangkok

I told you before, I c-c-c-can't stop

This dawg gotta wiff of the sizzeling lamb chops

And you don’t wanna hear this hungry hound man

Runnin' around you with a stomach growlin'

Better keep it to the undergound and

Check me out when I come to town

To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash

All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash

All the speakers that bump my shit

Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

To all the gamblers that love to throw dice

All the lowlife that still rock that old spice

All the speakers that bump my shit

Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this

And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this

How do we do it in the south man?, just like this