Electric Relaxation chords

by A Tribe Called Quest
98.05 bpm
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Ab

Gb

Eb

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A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation (Official HD Video) chords
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Ab
134211114
Gb
134211112
Eb
12341116
B
12341112
Abm
123111114
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A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation chords with lyrics

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 _ _ _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ Ebm _ _ .
Ab _ _ Bbm _ _ _ Abm _ .
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_ _ B It ain't _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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Song BPM98.05 
Song KeyAb 
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