Biography:
Tauheed Epps (born September 12, 1976), better known by his stage name 2 Chainz, formerly known as Tity Boi, is an American rapper from College Park, Georgia. He was first known for being one-half of southern hip hop duo, Playaz Circle. They're recognized for being signed to Ludacris' record label Disturbing tha Peace and their debut single "Duffle Bag Boy".
Tity Boi AKA 2 Chainz is one half of Playaz Circle along with long time friend Dolla Boy.
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[Intro]
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|Eb
Dat Boy Cassius
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Nonstop
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
[Verse 1]
Eb Dm Cm
Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah)
Eb Dm Cm
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' pretend for?" (Yeah)
Eb Dm Cm
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
Eb Dm Cm
And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)
Eb
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Dm Cm
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Eb
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Dm Cm
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Eb Dm Cm
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
Eb Dm Cm
Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Eb Dm
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Cm Eb
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Dn
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Cm N.C.
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
Eb Dm Cm
Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine
Eb
I smoke and get vibes
Dm Cm Eb Dm Cm
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
Eb Dm
Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
[Verse 2]
Eb Dm Cm
Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
Eb Dm Cm
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil' bitch, I want me a quarterback
Eb Dm Cm
I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
Eb Dm Cm
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
Eb
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Dm Cm
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Eb
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Dm Cm
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin'
Eb Dm Cm
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision
Eb Dm
Ok, deliverin' a dealership
Eb Dm
Go so much, need a membership
Eb Dm
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
Eb Dm
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
|Eb |Dm Cm|Eb |Dm Cm
|Eb |Dm Cm
|Eb
Dat Boy Cassius
|Dm Cm
Nonstop
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
[Verse 1]
Eb Dm Cm
Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah)
Eb Dm Cm
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' pretend for?" (Yeah)
Eb Dm Cm
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
Eb Dm Cm
And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)
Eb
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Dm Cm
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Eb
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Dm Cm
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Eb Dm Cm
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips
Eb Dm Cm
Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Eb Dm
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Cm Eb
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Dn
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Cm N.C.
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
Eb Dm Cm
Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine
Eb
I smoke and get vibes
Dm Cm Eb Dm Cm
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
Eb Dm
Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
[Verse 2]
Eb Dm Cm
Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
Eb Dm Cm
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil' bitch, I want me a quarterback
Eb Dm Cm
I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
Eb Dm Cm
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
Eb
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Dm Cm
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Eb
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Dm Cm
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin'
Eb Dm Cm
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision
Eb Dm
Ok, deliverin' a dealership
Eb Dm
Go so much, need a membership
Eb Dm
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
Eb Dm
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah
[Chorus] x2
Eb
I hop on the beat
Dm Cm
Her body on fleek
Eb
My pockets obese
Dm Cm
My partner gon' eat
Eb
My partner a G
Dm Cm
We straight out the street
Eb
Home of the Braves
Dm Cm
Land of the freaks
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