Intro
:
I feel like hip hop
Used to be a voice for the voiceless,
And now it's become, at least in the mainstream,
E symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility.
So I figure,
If you can't beat 'em,
Join 'Em.
D#
Hittin' the club up VIP
A#
I got a fake mustache and a fake ID.
C
I look like Wooly Willy
G#
With a really wooly willy.
D#
And I bypass the bouncer,
A#
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
C
Look at all of Bo's hoes
G#
Looking for a ride on Bo's hose.
D#
And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego.
A#
We go to it, through it, she says, "Dios mio mi amigo!"
C
Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
G#
Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa!
(CHORUS)
D#
Single every single day
A#
Do it every single way
C
Make the single ladies say
G#
Oooh Bo
D#
And if I were gay,
A#
Though I swear I'm straight,
C G#
I'd make them fellas say...
D#
You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top,
A#
But careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop.
C
Pop pop pop goes my weasel,
G#
Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel.
D#
My suggestion is:
A#
You don't blow 'til you know what congestion is,
C
Swallow when you know what digestion is.
G#
Follow Bo, the only question is:
D#
Have you been splattered before
A#
By the mad-hatter matador?
C
Cake-batter never more
G#
It don't matter whether you're
D#
Spanish, French,
A#
Swedish or Cambodian,
C
I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.
(CHORUS)
D#
You think that you can handle me?
A#
Girl, don't make me laugh.
C
I said my junk is bipolar
G#
It will split you in half (yea).
D#
And if you're lucky,
A#
I might just bring you home,
C
And I'll have you going down
G#
Like you're growin' an extra chromosome.
D#
And when you love me,
A#
Don't grab me by the buns
C
'Cause I got a bad case of the ruunnnns.
G#
I got the runs
I got the ru-u-u-uuuns
(CHORUS)
(Spoken)
(The rhythm in this part is kinda hard to tab out. It is still the same chords,
just a different rhythm)
I wanna break it down for ya'll
I came from the streets, with nothin'
Now I'm makin' hit records
For my people still livin' in the streets,
Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you
I'm doin' this for you.
My success is your success.
And I know you may be thinkin',
Hey, if you really believe that,
Why don't you use some of your money
To help rebuild the neighborhood
Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski?
And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' out):
(CHORUS)
D#
You gotta fume like a tuna,
A#
I'll smell ya later.
C
I met a fat chick
G# C
And fucked her in an elevator.
D# A#
It was wrong on so many levels.
C G#
It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels.
D# D#
It was wrong on so many levels (ugh).
D# (Transition up to A#)
It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on
(NEW CHORUS)
F
Single every single
C
Do it every single
D
Pop that single like a Pringle jingle
A#
Oooh Bo
F
This song's almost completed
C
All this little ditty needed
D
Instrument that's double reeded:
A#
The oboe
(Yea)
Oh, Bo
Play that oboe
- 1. Chord Gitar Bo Burnham - Oh Bo Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar F)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Bo Burnham - Oh Bo Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar F)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan