Elvis - The King And I

Cee Lo Green

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Tom:
C# D I roll up like the bottom of a tooth paste tube
C# D Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoe lace to it
D G Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz
D G Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (Woo!) Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (Yeah)
G A D It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
G C# Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot
D C# D Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'
C# D I'm about to use the John (What?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon; woo!)
C# D Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (Yeah)
D Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (Yeah)
G D G 'Cause me and Elvis gelled together like cellmates (Hey!)
G Yeah, this the Jailhouse, bitch, and I don't give a– (What?) [Chorus]
A D And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
G C# 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 (Yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again [Verse 2]
D G Modus operandi, bottle of blond dye (Yeah)
D G Top five since I discovered peroxide (What?)
D G 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!)
C# D C# These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (What?)
D C# Got 'em all on pins and needles (Yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning
D C# 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?)
G D As I go pickin' speed up (Where?), like I was finna re-up (Yeah)
G D Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxene is how I treat it (Get it?)
G D Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (Yeah)
G C# But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar–, see ya!
D C# Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel
D C# Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles
D C# Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (Why?), I got so many hit singles (Yeah)
D G Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles, you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil [Chorus]
A D And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
G C# 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 [Post-Chorus]
D G D It goes: one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma
G G 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 [Verse 3]
C# D I stole black music, yeah true
C# D Perhaps used it (For what?) as a tool to combat school
C# D Kids came back on some bathroom shit
C# D Now I call a hater a bidet (Why?)
D G 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (Haha)
D And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)
G And it must be fuckin' with ya (Yeah) To know I up and quit the (What?)
D G Prescription drugs and liquor (Yeah) And yet my buzz is bigger (Wow)
D G Still rappin' circles around you (Yeah)
C# Like a boa constrictor (Break it down)
D C# Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels
D Between Elvis and me, myself
C# It seem obvious: one, he's pale as me
D Second, we both been hailed as kings
C# D He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter
D We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (Woo!) (Let's go!)
G D G But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies
D That went over your head because you just fell on knees
G D You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (Yeah)
G I used to cry myself to sleep (What?)
C# D Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (Yeah)
C# Motivate me to make you look stupid
D Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you
C# D All I need to do is hear you say the same shit
C# D My father said to me when I was just a week or two
D G "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (Haha, stupid)
D G 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)
C# My ear canals, so either my hearing's out [Chorus]
D C# Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say
D C# 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 [Outro]
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