Chords for A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation (Official HD Video)
Tempo:
98.05 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Gb
Eb
B
Abm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
Ab
Gb
Eb
B
Abm
Ab
Gb
Eb
[Ab] [Eb] .
[Ab] .
[Ebm] .
[E] .
[Cm] .
[Gb] .
[Abm] [Ebm] [Cm] [Ab] Relax yourself girl, be sent to [Gb] hell.
[B] .
Honey [Eb] check it out, you got me mesmerized.
With your [Ab] black hair and your fat [Gb] thigh.
Street poetry is my everyday.
[Abm] But your [Eb] one gotta stop when you trot my way.
If I [Cm] was working at the club, you would not pay.
[Gb] Ayo, my man [B] Phife Diggie, he got something to say.
I like [Bb] them brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, I hate [F] shit.
Name is Phife Bro from the Zulu Nation.
Thought [E] you in the damn that we [Ab] could get down.
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town.
You got BPD all on your bedroom wall.
[E] But I'm above the rim and this is how [B] I ball.
A gritty [C] little something [Abm] on the New York street.
This is how I represent over this here beat.
Talking about you.
Yo, I took you out, the sex [Eb] was on my mind.
For the whole damn route.
My mind [Ab] was in a frenzy in a horny state.
[Gb] But I couldn't [B] drop down cause you couldn't relate.
Relax [Eb] yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You couldn't relate.
[Ab] .
[Gb] [B] Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You [Eb] couldn't relate.
Relax yourself girl, be [Cm] sent to hell.
Relax yourself [Ab] girl, be sent to [Gb] hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
[B] Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Stretch [Cm] out your legs, let me make you ball.
Drive you insane, drive you up the [Gb] wall.
Staring at your phone, keeps very [Abm] strong.
[Eb] Stronger than Fry, stronger than Teflon.
Take [Ab] you on the app and you buy me lints.
[Gb] Now I wanna [Abm] pound the .
until it sticks.
You [C] can be my mama and I'll be your boy.
I read your name on the road [F] boy, never in my coy.
You could be a shorty in my ill convoy.
Not [Bb] to come across as a thug or a hook.
[B] But hun, [Ab] you got good, like Madeline Woo.
By the way, my name's Mali, the pop's friend.
They say we get together by the end of the week.
She simply said no, label me a . I [E] said how you figure, my friends tell me so.
I hate [Bb] when silly groupies wanna [Ab] run me.
Yep, word to God hun, [A] I don't get down like that.
I'll have you weak in the knees if you can [Abm] hardly speak.
Or we could do [Eb] like Uncle Ellis, swinging F in my G.
Keep [Ab] it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet.
[Gb] See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets.
If my [Bb] mom don't approve, then I'll just be low.
[Eb] Let me save [Ab] the little [Gb] man from inside the boat.
Let me hit [E] it from the back, girl, I won't catch a hurry [Gb] up.
Off on your couch, now you got Seamus Fernsup.
Shahid Viper, the extra P.
Stacey Beatle, DJ and my man LG.
They know the abstracts really [F] so on.
I'm just a character as of me, never ever a must.
[E] Shorty, let me tell you about my [Abm] only vice.
It has to do [Eb] with lots of loving and it ain't nothing nice.
[Ab] .
It [Gb] ain't nothing nice.
It [Abm] ain't nothing [Cm] nice .
[Gb] [Dbm] .
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[Ab] .
[Ebm] .
[Ab] [Bbm] [Abm] .
[Cm] .
[Gb] [B] .
[Eb] [Ab] .
[Gb] [B] .
[Eb] [Ab] .
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[Eb] [Ab] .
[B] It ain't .
[Ab] .
[Ebm] .
[E] .
[Cm] .
[Gb] .
[Abm] [Ebm] [Cm] [Ab] Relax yourself girl, be sent to [Gb] hell.
[B] .
Honey [Eb] check it out, you got me mesmerized.
With your [Ab] black hair and your fat [Gb] thigh.
Street poetry is my everyday.
[Abm] But your [Eb] one gotta stop when you trot my way.
If I [Cm] was working at the club, you would not pay.
[Gb] Ayo, my man [B] Phife Diggie, he got something to say.
I like [Bb] them brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, I hate [F] shit.
Name is Phife Bro from the Zulu Nation.
Thought [E] you in the damn that we [Ab] could get down.
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town.
You got BPD all on your bedroom wall.
[E] But I'm above the rim and this is how [B] I ball.
A gritty [C] little something [Abm] on the New York street.
This is how I represent over this here beat.
Talking about you.
Yo, I took you out, the sex [Eb] was on my mind.
For the whole damn route.
My mind [Ab] was in a frenzy in a horny state.
[Gb] But I couldn't [B] drop down cause you couldn't relate.
Relax [Eb] yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You couldn't relate.
[Ab] .
[Gb] [B] Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
You [Eb] couldn't relate.
Relax yourself girl, be [Cm] sent to hell.
Relax yourself [Ab] girl, be sent to [Gb] hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
[B] Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Relax yourself girl, be sent to hell.
Stretch [Cm] out your legs, let me make you ball.
Drive you insane, drive you up the [Gb] wall.
Staring at your phone, keeps very [Abm] strong.
[Eb] Stronger than Fry, stronger than Teflon.
Take [Ab] you on the app and you buy me lints.
[Gb] Now I wanna [Abm] pound the .
until it sticks.
You [C] can be my mama and I'll be your boy.
I read your name on the road [F] boy, never in my coy.
You could be a shorty in my ill convoy.
Not [Bb] to come across as a thug or a hook.
[B] But hun, [Ab] you got good, like Madeline Woo.
By the way, my name's Mali, the pop's friend.
They say we get together by the end of the week.
She simply said no, label me a . I [E] said how you figure, my friends tell me so.
I hate [Bb] when silly groupies wanna [Ab] run me.
Yep, word to God hun, [A] I don't get down like that.
I'll have you weak in the knees if you can [Abm] hardly speak.
Or we could do [Eb] like Uncle Ellis, swinging F in my G.
Keep [Ab] it on the down, yo, we keep it discreet.
[Gb] See, I'm not the type of kid to have my biz in the streets.
If my [Bb] mom don't approve, then I'll just be low.
[Eb] Let me save [Ab] the little [Gb] man from inside the boat.
Let me hit [E] it from the back, girl, I won't catch a hurry [Gb] up.
Off on your couch, now you got Seamus Fernsup.
Shahid Viper, the extra P.
Stacey Beatle, DJ and my man LG.
They know the abstracts really [F] so on.
I'm just a character as of me, never ever a must.
[E] Shorty, let me tell you about my [Abm] only vice.
It has to do [Eb] with lots of loving and it ain't nothing nice.
[Ab] .
It [Gb] ain't nothing nice.
It [Abm] ain't nothing [Cm] nice .
[Gb] [Dbm] .
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[Ab] .
[Ebm] .
[Ab] [Bbm] [Abm] .
[Cm] .
[Gb] [B] .
[Eb] [Ab] .
[Gb] [B] .
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[B] It ain't .