Mic Jack

Big Boi

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  • C#m
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  • E
  • F#m
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Key:
F#m A Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
Bm C#m 'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi like the Hollywood dough
F#m A Everything big, no comin' up short
F#m E Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court
F#m A The game winning shot, your name sayin', not
Bm C#m That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out
F#m A She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
Bm C#m Big mouth bass, start to smash that ass
F#m A I build a bear before I build a bitch
Bm C#m I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick
F#m A With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits
Bm C#m Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense
F#m A I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out
Bm C#m And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out
F#m A Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan
Bm C#m Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on [Hook: Adam Levine]
F#m You're hotter than July (super hot)
A Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm C#m You got me dancin'
F#m The dancefloor tells no lies
A Give them something to remember
Bm C#m You got me dancin'
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[Bridge]
F#m A Bm C#m Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m A Bm C#m While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m A Bm C#m We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m A Bm C#m Come on, come on [Verse 2: Big Boi]
F#m A Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan
Bm C#m Out the oven cause we never microwavin'
F#m A We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
Bm C#m And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand
F#m A I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick
Bm C#m I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
F#m A Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her
Bm C#m I used to have a bench full of bitches but didn't need 'em
F#m A But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum
Bm C#m ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings
F#m A From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
Bm C#m Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86
F#m A But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens
Bm C#m To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
F#m A What is you drinkin', or better yet
Bm C#m Do you really know the meaning of life or are you sleeping [Hook: Adam Levine]
F#m You're hotter than July (super hot)
A Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm C#m You got me dancin'
F#m The dancefloor tells no lies
A Give them something to remember
Bm C#m You got me dancin'
F#m You're hotter than July (super hot)
A Super colder than December (so cold)
Bm C#m You got me dancin'
F#m The dancefloor tells no lies
A Give them something to remember
Bm C#m You got me dancin' [Bridge]
F#m A Bm C#m Please don't stop movin' your feet
F#m A Bm C#m While the music's hot on that ecstacy
F#m A Bm C#m We can dance all night, till we both get weak
F#m A Bm C#m Come on, come on [Other]
F#m A Bm C#m F#m Morning, we don't stop till the morning
A Bm C#m D We don't stop, keep it going
F#m A We gonna see it through
Bm C#m And the rest is up to you
Song details

Composition: Adam Levine and Antwan Patton

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