Misc Soundtrack – Elvis - The King And I (Guitar)

A-doopy-doo-doo-duh

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  I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube

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  Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace to it

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 Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz

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Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (Woo!)

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It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma

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Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot

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Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'

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I'm about to use the John (What?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon; woo!)

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Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Yeah)

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Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (Yeah)

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'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates (Hey!)

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Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and I don't give a– (What?)

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And I don't give a shit about a thing you say

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I just wanna feel like a king today

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And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

D
Middle fingers up (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again

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Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye (Yeah)

D        G
Top five since I discovered peroxide (What?)

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Yeah, since I got signed (Woo!), I went from pot pies

   D            G
To Jack and the Bean– (Huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (Woo!)

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These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (What?)

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Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning

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Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up

     D
It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (Woo!), soon as he lit the weed up (Huh?)

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As I go pickin' speed up (Where?), like I was finna re-up (Yeah)

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Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is how I treat it (Get it?)

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Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (Yeah)

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But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see ya!

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Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel

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Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles

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Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (Why?), I got so many hit singles (Yeah)

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Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil

    A                                     D
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say

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I just wanna feel like a king today

    D                                    C#
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

D
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again

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It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma

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Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot

A                                       D
Five if you came to rock, and you never gave a fuck

G
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again

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  I stole black music, yeah true

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Perhaps used it (For what?) as a tool to combat school

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Kids came back on some bathroom shit

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Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)

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'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha)

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And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)

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And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah)

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Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah)

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Still rappin' circles around you (Yeah)

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Like a boa constrictor (Break it down)

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Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels

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Between Elvis and me, myself

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It seem obvious: one, he's pale as me

D
Second, we both been hailed as kings

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He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter

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We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (Woo!) (Let's go!)

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But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies

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That went over your head because you just fell on knees

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You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (Yeah)

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I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)

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Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (Yeah)

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Motivate me to make you look stupid

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Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you

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All I need to do is hear you say the same shit

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My father said to me when I was just a week or two

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"Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid)

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No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself

                            D       G
Once again is stout (Yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (Huh?)

         D        G
Shit you say goes in and out (Oh)

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My ear canals, so either my hearing's out

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Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say

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I just wanna feel like a king today

    D                                    C#
And if you don't like it you can sit and spin

D                                            D    G
Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again