Upchurch – Gas (Guitar)
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[Intro]
Em
Em Church Am Em Em Gold
[Chorus]
N.C.
I just give it
Em Gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em Am My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas
[Verse 1]
Em I ain't ever see an E, me, never took an L Em Am Back when I was broke I was still ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell Em Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis 12's Em Southside swervin',
N.C.
Boss Hog in a old Chevelle
Em Hillbilly got the flavor like a whole rack of ribs Em Am Rebel flag diamond ring, they shake my hand and they know what it is Em Red Chevy, blue Ford, that's a civil war Em Am People treat me shitty, why would I be civil for? Em I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no use in helpin' folks Em Am Cause they gon' fuck you over, leave you stranded out there all alone Em Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, no clock Em I'm a legend in the storm, call me Whitey and I can shout it back[?]
[Chorus]
Em I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas
[Verse 2]
Em I'm like the beast and they know why Em Am Cause they don't let me pop up at award shows lookin' too fly Em Barbecue stain on my pearl button up Em Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch, shut the fuck up Em Yeah, I shoulda been born in the 70s Em Am Because these young spiffy hippies be lookin' hella sketch on me Em And my T chip like my new 6-7 Em All black cash, front gate like Heaven Em Head filled with the raps like a 7-11 Em Am I guess that's what I get for smokin' weed down in the southland Em Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed at the sermon Em Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's the one who wrote 'em
[Chorus]
Em I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Am I just give it gas