Still Ballin Chords by 2Pac
Tempo:
99 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Eb
Gm
Am
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
What the fuck are you doing, gold mouth motherfucker?
Do it again, man.
This nigga turned the lights off.
This is it.
Bitch.
[Dm]
Sleight of [Eb] motherfucking [Dm] balding.
Rock 2.
Still balding.
What's up?
[Gm] [Dm] Never since a nigga went to sea, only bring promise to me
was the penitentiary.
Still balding, riding on these niggas
cause they lame in a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Eb] gag.
Can you [Dm] feel me?
Blame it on my mama, tells me God put forth a son, rock.
Nigga in the trunk, gonna tell me if it's on.
Nigga, then we first to bond, bruss on these bitch made niggas.
To the west side, ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke.
I let my females rap.
Fuck that from the back, I get my currency in stacks.
[Gm] California's where my [Dm] men ride.
Fat fly, why these niggas wonder why?
I got shot by Dick and Doc, let us see who's nigga's rock.
Did I try?
Hell nah, nigga, see a shed.
For all my homies in the [Eb] pen, many peers dead.
[Dm] Nigga, still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we ain't even truth.
Nigga, still balding.
Nigga, wonder why?
We can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Nigga, still balding.
Pray and hope that Lord understand when these guns evolve.
I become a dangerous man, ain't crazy if the rains are sand.
But when these kids gon' [Eb] scramble, all be playing.
[Dm]
With clientele and your rhymes failed.
Question is, will you fucking nigga ride for real?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated.
Plus your homeboy won't make the [Eb] street gang [Dm] fool gazing.
I'm elevated to the top of the shit.
The fuck around and put me in Tupac on the bitch and you can kill him.
No, I ain't for the reason for this.
And I ride for any nigga who [Eb] believe in this shit.
You [Dm] still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfucker, still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain [Gm] true.
[Dm] Motherfucker, still balding.
Everybody wanna see us dead.
Two murders on the front page.
Shot to death, bullets to the head.
Niggas holler out my name and it's in my letter read.
Motherfuckers know I'm coming, so they run into they grave.
Watch.
[Am] Smooth down with my nigga from the band.
Cause Trey don't give a fuck when you cowards niggas [Dm] down.
Blast.
Keep pumping, ain't worry about nothing.
Bust the slow we was frightened, [Eb] so we loaded.
Keep [Dm] up.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [Dm] Motherfuckers still balding.
Till the day I die.
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [D] Motherfucker still ballin'
Till the day I die
All my [Dm] life still ballin'
[Eb] Motherfucker [Dm] still ballin'
Straight motherfucker ballin'
[Eb] [Dm]
Do it again, man.
This nigga turned the lights off.
This is it.
Bitch.
[Dm]
Sleight of [Eb] motherfucking [Dm] balding.
Rock 2.
Still balding.
What's up?
[Gm] [Dm] Never since a nigga went to sea, only bring promise to me
was the penitentiary.
Still balding, riding on these niggas
cause they lame in a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Eb] gag.
Can you [Dm] feel me?
Blame it on my mama, tells me God put forth a son, rock.
Nigga in the trunk, gonna tell me if it's on.
Nigga, then we first to bond, bruss on these bitch made niggas.
To the west side, ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke.
I let my females rap.
Fuck that from the back, I get my currency in stacks.
[Gm] California's where my [Dm] men ride.
Fat fly, why these niggas wonder why?
I got shot by Dick and Doc, let us see who's nigga's rock.
Did I try?
Hell nah, nigga, see a shed.
For all my homies in the [Eb] pen, many peers dead.
[Dm] Nigga, still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we ain't even truth.
Nigga, still balding.
Nigga, wonder why?
We can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Nigga, still balding.
Pray and hope that Lord understand when these guns evolve.
I become a dangerous man, ain't crazy if the rains are sand.
But when these kids gon' [Eb] scramble, all be playing.
[Dm]
With clientele and your rhymes failed.
Question is, will you fucking nigga ride for real?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated.
Plus your homeboy won't make the [Eb] street gang [Dm] fool gazing.
I'm elevated to the top of the shit.
The fuck around and put me in Tupac on the bitch and you can kill him.
No, I ain't for the reason for this.
And I ride for any nigga who [Eb] believe in this shit.
You [Dm] still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfucker, still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain [Gm] true.
[Dm] Motherfucker, still balding.
Everybody wanna see us dead.
Two murders on the front page.
Shot to death, bullets to the head.
Niggas holler out my name and it's in my letter read.
Motherfuckers know I'm coming, so they run into they grave.
Watch.
[Am] Smooth down with my nigga from the band.
Cause Trey don't give a fuck when you cowards niggas [Dm] down.
Blast.
Keep pumping, ain't worry about nothing.
Bust the slow we was frightened, [Eb] so we loaded.
Keep [Dm] up.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [Dm] Motherfuckers still balding.
Till the day I die.
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [D] Motherfucker still ballin'
Till the day I die
All my [Dm] life still ballin'
[Eb] Motherfucker [Dm] still ballin'
Straight motherfucker ballin'
[Eb] [Dm]
Key:
Dm
Eb
Gm
Am
D
Dm
Eb
Gm
What the fuck are you doing, gold mouth motherfucker?
Do it again, man.
This nigga turned the lights off.
This is it.
Bitch.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sleight of [Eb] motherfucking [Dm] balding.
_ Rock 2.
Still balding. _ _
_ _ _ What's up?
_ [Gm] [Dm] Never since a nigga went to sea, only bring promise to me
was the penitentiary.
Still balding, riding on these niggas
cause they lame in a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Eb] gag.
Can you [Dm] feel me?
Blame it on my mama, tells me God put forth a son, rock.
Nigga in the trunk, gonna tell me if it's on.
Nigga, then we first to bond, bruss on these bitch made niggas.
To the west side, ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke.
I let my females rap.
Fuck that from the back, I get my currency in stacks.
[Gm] California's where my [Dm] men ride.
Fat fly, why these niggas wonder why?
I got shot by Dick and Doc, let us see who's nigga's rock.
Did I try?
Hell nah, nigga, see a shed.
For all my homies in the [Eb] pen, many peers dead.
[Dm] Nigga, still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we ain't even truth.
Nigga, still balding.
Nigga, wonder why?
We can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Nigga, still balding.
Pray and hope that Lord understand when these guns evolve.
I become a dangerous man, ain't crazy if the rains are sand.
But when these kids gon' [Eb] scramble, all be playing.
[Dm]
With clientele and your rhymes failed.
Question is, will you fucking nigga ride for real?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated.
Plus your homeboy won't make the [Eb] street gang [Dm] fool gazing.
I'm elevated to the top of the shit.
The fuck around and put me in Tupac on the bitch and you can kill him.
No, I ain't for the reason for this.
And I ride for any nigga who [Eb] believe in this shit.
You [Dm] still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfucker, still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain [Gm] true.
[Dm] Motherfucker, still balding.
Everybody wanna see us dead.
Two murders on the front page.
Shot to death, bullets to the head.
Niggas holler out my name and it's in my letter read.
Motherfuckers know I'm coming, so they run into they grave.
Watch.
[Am] Smooth down with my nigga from the band.
Cause Trey don't give a fuck when you cowards niggas [Dm] down.
Blast.
Keep pumping, ain't worry about nothing.
Bust the slow we was frightened, [Eb] so we loaded.
Keep [Dm] up.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [Dm] Motherfuckers still balding.
Till the day I die.
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [D] Motherfucker still ballin'
Till the day I die
_ _ All my [Dm] life still ballin'
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Motherfucker [Dm] still ballin' _ _ _ _ _ _
Straight motherfucker ballin'
_ _ [Eb] _ [Dm] _
Do it again, man.
This nigga turned the lights off.
This is it.
Bitch.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Sleight of [Eb] motherfucking [Dm] balding.
_ Rock 2.
Still balding. _ _
_ _ _ What's up?
_ [Gm] [Dm] Never since a nigga went to sea, only bring promise to me
was the penitentiary.
Still balding, riding on these niggas
cause they lame in a 6-1 Chevy, still heavy in this [Eb] gag.
Can you [Dm] feel me?
Blame it on my mama, tells me God put forth a son, rock.
Nigga in the trunk, gonna tell me if it's on.
Nigga, then we first to bond, bruss on these bitch made niggas.
To the west side, ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga.
Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke.
I let my females rap.
Fuck that from the back, I get my currency in stacks.
[Gm] California's where my [Dm] men ride.
Fat fly, why these niggas wonder why?
I got shot by Dick and Doc, let us see who's nigga's rock.
Did I try?
Hell nah, nigga, see a shed.
For all my homies in the [Eb] pen, many peers dead.
[Dm] Nigga, still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we ain't even truth.
Nigga, still balding.
Nigga, wonder why?
We can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Nigga, still balding.
Pray and hope that Lord understand when these guns evolve.
I become a dangerous man, ain't crazy if the rains are sand.
But when these kids gon' [Eb] scramble, all be playing.
[Dm]
With clientele and your rhymes failed.
Question is, will you fucking nigga ride for real?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated.
Plus your homeboy won't make the [Eb] street gang [Dm] fool gazing.
I'm elevated to the top of the shit.
The fuck around and put me in Tupac on the bitch and you can kill him.
No, I ain't for the reason for this.
And I ride for any nigga who [Eb] believe in this shit.
You [Dm] still balding.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfucker, still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain [Gm] true.
[Dm] Motherfucker, still balding.
Everybody wanna see us dead.
Two murders on the front page.
Shot to death, bullets to the head.
Niggas holler out my name and it's in my letter read.
Motherfuckers know I'm coming, so they run into they grave.
Watch.
[Am] Smooth down with my nigga from the band.
Cause Trey don't give a fuck when you cowards niggas [Dm] down.
Blast.
Keep pumping, ain't worry about nothing.
Bust the slow we was frightened, [Eb] so we loaded.
Keep [Dm] up.
Till the day I die, you can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [Dm] Motherfuckers still balding.
Till the day I die.
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
Motherfuckers still balding.
Niggas wonder why?
You can bring your truth, but we remain true.
[Eb] [D] Motherfucker still ballin'
Till the day I die
_ _ All my [Dm] life still ballin'
_ _ _ _ [Eb] Motherfucker [Dm] still ballin' _ _ _ _ _ _
Straight motherfucker ballin'
_ _ [Eb] _ [Dm] _