The Cure(Chords)

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Look Big Snoop Dogg 
Occupation real 
 Abm                         B 
Conversation skill show you how to make a mill' 
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Pimpin' cath me on tour 
                             Abm 
I headline the bill with beatufil bitches 
        B 
I done been to brazil 
       Ebm 
Nigga, aks fo' real, my pockets is filled 
     Abm                       B 
Big money I'm the boss of my gangsta feel 
              Ebm 
They say they got the cure, well I ain't takin the pill 
         Abm                       B 
I'm a stillkeep the gangsta after fifteen years 
Ya digg 
Ebm 
Can't give it up gettin money the way that I live 
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The king of the west coast I'm runnin this shit 
Ebm 
Big snoop dogg nigga you know what it is 
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The forty calli screw yo face like you fuckin with this 
Ebm 
No cure for the cash nigga my pockets big 
Abm 
Kush weed is the best, so why would I quit 
Ebm 
High flyin in the ?? 
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I drop em down pick em up yes I am the pimp 
Ebm 
What you thought, doggystyle all up in yo bitch 
Abm 
If theres a cure for getttin money theres the opposite 
Ebm 
Never give it up, man I love this shit 
Abm 
Blunt after blunt, hit after hit 
Ebm 
Six fo low ridin with the candy kidden 
Abm 
If theres a cure fo beein gangsta I dont want this shit 

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A mother fo the sunrise sposed to hit the block 
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Lil bad mothafucka pull the pockets pull the rocks 
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Learned to throw them thangs 

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Let me tell you why they call me snoop doggy dogg 
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I got a lot of bitches plus this nigga stay sharp 
Ebm 
Now follow me, as I creep through the fog 
      Abm                           B 
Is secure for this shit you better keep It out of dodge 
          Ebm 
Before I put you in some shit 
                               Db 
You really got to swap, then call the hustle boys 
To get you mothafuckas robbed 
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Is five in the mornin' 
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I climb in my zone, I'm from the LBC 
            B 
Where the climate is cold 
    Ebm 
And I know you player hatas got your eyes on my dope 
         Abm 
Cause I spit that real shit 
In your ear you can ?? 
       Ebm 
Spend summers on the beach 
Hidden gears on the boat 
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Fifty G's all in twennys keep the duffel bag closed 
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What you call heat 
Eat a nigga'ho 
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Fo you chain snatchion niggas tryna size up my gold 
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Its the problem, I dont need no antidote 
Abm 
No cure nigga, I let the wound heal slow 
Ebm 
I gotta keep it gangsta makin moves on the road 
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Tour bus full of weed smoke, bitches n' hoes 
            Ebm 
I've been doin this fo years 
Nigga thats how it goes 
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Is the big boss dogg I'm the truth untold 
      Ebm 
West coast camping no mean to brag the boss 
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The benz or the porche, I done have them both 
      Ebm 
Lil snoop count my money cut my fingers its mo 
            Abm 
Its the celebration, grab yo glass n' toast 
West Coast!