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Adam Levine

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Intro: F#m 

Verse 
F#m                                      C#m 
Niggas still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court 
               D 
'Cause they fuckin' wit' ya boi 
                    E 
like the Hollywood dough 
F#m                            C#m 
Everything big, no comin' up short 
            D                              E 
Jack the buzzer beater up, all net, half court 
 F#m                              C#m 
The game winning shot, your name sayin', not 
 D                                  E 
That same skinny thot you got, she be in and out 
F#m                                           C#m 
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth 
D                                  E 
Big mouth bad, start to smash that ass 
F#m                                C#m 
I build a bear before I build a bitch 
D 
I take her to the mall and 
                      E 
fill her with the sugar dick 
F#m                                  C#m 
With the same lips give a nigga sugar whits 
         D                                   E 
Give me brain, so intelligent with plenty sense 
               F#m 
I took her innocence, yeah she was turnt out 
             C#m                         D 
And by the time I gave her back she was burnt out 
           E                                 F#m 
Like the tires on the Huracan, you ain't good Antwan 
 F#m 
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on 

F#m 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
 D               E    F#m 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
 C#m        D   E 
You got me dancin' 
 F#m 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
C#m     D                E   F#m 
Give them something to remember 
C#m   D         E 
You got me dancin' 

Post-Chorus 
F#m                             D 
Please don't stop movin' your feet 
 F#m                            D 
While the music's hot on that ecstacy 
       F#m                                 D 
We can dance all night, till we both get weak 
     F#m       D 
Come on, come on 

Verse 
F#m                       C#m 
Stayin' fresh that's the gameplan 
         D                        E 
Out the oven cause we never microwavin' 
       F#m                                 C#m 
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan 
            D                              E 
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J hand 
         F#m                                  C#m 
I do not play man, sure I'll eat your ass up quick 
           D                                  E 
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad 
     F#m                            C#m 
Old chick, I sees ya nigga and I delete her 
     D 
I used to have a bench 
                           E 
full of bitches but didn't need 'em 
    F#m                                   C#m 
But still fill arenas and killin' the coliseum 
   D                                E 
ATLiens, they on top of ya human beings 
 F#m                                  C#m 
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit 
 D                                E 
Lowkey like the blow soul back in '86 
 F#m                          C#m 
But we don't sell dope, we pimp ink pens 
 D                                  E 
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin' 
  F#m                              C#m 
What is you drinkin', or better yet 
          D 
Do you really know the meaning of life 
             E    F#m 
or are you sleeping 

F#m                       C#m   D 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
                E      F#m 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
C#m     D    E 
You got me dancin' 
      F#m               C#m 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
D                 E     F#m 
Give them something to remember 
C#m       D      E 
You got me dancin' 
F#m                       C#m   D 
You're hotter than July (super hot) 
                E      F#m 
Super colder than December (so cold) 
C#m     D    E 
You got me dancin' 
      F#m               C#m 
The dancefloor tells no lies 
D                 E     F#m 
Give them something to remember 
C#m       D      E 
You got me dancin' 

Post-Chorus 
F#m                C#m D 
Please don't stop movin' 
          E    F#m       D  E 
your feet (you got me dancin') 
        F#m 
We can dance all night, 
 C#m      D            E 
till we both get weak, come on 
F#m            C#m D E 
(You got me dancin') 

Outro 
F#m  C#m D         E            F#m C#m D 
Morning, we don't stop till the morning 
                       E F#m 
We don't stop, keep it going 
                C#m D 
We gonna see it through 
 D                      E F#m 
And the rest is up to you