Chords for A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz (We've Got) Buggin' Out (Official HD Video)
Tempo:
92.5 bpm
Chords used:
F#
D#
C#m
G
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[F#] We got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the [D] jazz, we [C#] got the jazz.
young with a laid back tongue.
Brothers, our days in the [G] sound.
strong, we do it for the meek.
Beamer or ya Legend or ya Benz.
along trails we laid.
we will make you un-fall your [D#] face.
twist with Mahoney on the stick.
young with a laid back tongue.
Brothers, our days in the [G] sound.
strong, we do it for the meek.
Beamer or ya Legend or ya Benz.
along trails we laid.
we will make you un-fall your [D#] face.
twist with Mahoney on the stick.
100% ➙ 93BPM
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D#
C#m
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D#m
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C#m
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ We got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the jazz, we got the [D] jazz, we [C#] got the jazz.
We are a [F#] growing, stern, firm and young with a laid back tongue.
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 just like Ringling Brothers, our days in the [G] sound.
Captivate the [C#m] masses, the pros are [F#] profound, do it for the strong, we do it for the meek.
Boom it in, ya boom it in, ya boom it in, ya Jeep or ya Honda or ya Beamer or ya Legend or ya Benz.
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends, so push it along trails we laid.
Don't deserve the gold, don't deserve the praise, the tranquil and we will make you un-fall your [D#] face.
For we put hip [C#m] hop on a brand new [F#] twist, a brand new twist with Mahoney on the stick.
So low key that you probably missed it, but yet it's so loud that it stands in the [D#] cloud.
When the guy takes the [F#] beat, they bowed.
So raise up Squire, adjust your attire, we have no time to wallow in the mire.
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the [D] lead, join in the [C#m] essence of the cool out.
[F#] The [D#m] cool out to the music, cause it makes you feel [A#m] serene with the birds in the bees.
And all those movie things like getting stomach aches when you [D#m] gotta go to [D#] work.
Or staring into [C#m] space when you're feeling [F#] berserk.
I don't really mind if it's over your head, cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead.
So pay attention, it's not hard to [Gm] decipher, and after the [C#m] horn you can [D#m] check out the playbook _ .
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [B] _ [D#] _ _ [F#] _ _ Competition, them types will come sideways, competition, them must come straight, wait.
Competition, them types will come sideways, [D#] competition, them must come [C#m] straight, [F#] wait.
How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again.
All through the years, my mic has been my best friend.
I know some brothers and girls can fight for really [D#] good gigs, some even wanna diss me.
But why [F#] sweat it, I'm all into my music cause that's how I make hits.
Try to make hits, my kid Kibri makes tapes.
Me sweat another, I do my own [D#] thing, strictly hardcore [C#] tracks, not a new jazz swing.
[F#] I grew up as a Christian so just like I Kibri, collect my bags, listen to Chabaret.
I sing and tap, I do all of [G] it, it's 1991 [C#m] and I refuse to come [F#] back.
I take off my hat to other crews and tend to run, but the low end theories here.
It's time to wreck shit, I got chips, and stop, so whom shall I [D] fear.
Stop, look, [F#] can't listen, but please don't scare.
Send it to the store and buy the LP or drive RCA.
Cause that's the CD's produced and arranged by the four man crew.
And oh, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too.
Make sure you have a system with them fat house niggas.
So the newbies can run from Boston Master Play Corps.
Cause where I come from, quality is job [D#] one.
And everybody up on me didn't know we'd get the job [F#] done.
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew.
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater near or shoot.
Hey yo, but wait, back it up, easy back [Gm] it up.
Please let the [C#] abstract embellish on [F#] the cutback.
It move just like a cameo song.
If you dig this rhythm, please come dance along.
Move the music cause [D#m] it's done, just roll the line.
Now [E] I gotta scat and get [D#m] mine, underline the jazz.
So what, the jazz move that is called [A#m] the Chabaret.
It's in this fat ceiling of disaster.
[A#] It's a universal sound, let [B] the boppers on [D#] the ground.
And the one six [C#m] below, you didn't have [F#] to go.
So say that I'm a saint cause I was hat and orgy.
And sometimes for breakfast I eat fish and porgies.
If this is a singer, then call me [N] a singer, ask.
The chicken.
Check what out, yo, [Gm] check this out.
Yo, microphone check one two, what is this?.
Defy for the session with the roughneck business.
I float like gravity, never had a cavity.
Got more rhymes than the one that's got family.
[F] No need to sweat, I send a yo to gain some type of gain.
[Em] No shame in my game, cause [G] I always be the same.
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have.
You want it just to fight for but you [Gm] still don't know that.
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid an arrow.
Messing around with the sneakers, the size of the.
I never have sex cause I'm not a half slipper.
[Bm] Pick a [G] lot of sellers or they call me Dr.
Pepper.
Refuse to compete with BS [D] competition.
Your name is special, [G] so won't you suck it with the mission.
I never walk the street thinking it's all about me.
Even though deep in my heart it really could be.
I just try my best to like go all [Em] out.
Some might even say you're [A#] shorty black, your boy get out.
Soon lose vision of this [B] last creation.
Minds get [A#] flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch cape.
The abstract [G#m] poet incognito see I run [N] the cape.
Not the best, not the worst, but occasionally I curse to get my point across.
So bust the floors as I go in between the grit and the dirt.
Listen to the mission, listen as I do work.
[C#] As I crack up that monotone.
Chillin' up the jail [G] so ill yo get yo.
Smoke an RB because they try to dupe me.
[D#] All the best of the pack but they can't do rap [N] because it's abstract.
Original, see they can't get their [G#] own and that's terrible.
[Dm] I know I'll be the man if [G#] I co-yank [F] the blunt on R
We are a [F#] growing, stern, firm and young with a laid back tongue.
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 just like Ringling Brothers, our days in the [G] sound.
Captivate the [C#m] masses, the pros are [F#] profound, do it for the strong, we do it for the meek.
Boom it in, ya boom it in, ya boom it in, ya Jeep or ya Honda or ya Beamer or ya Legend or ya Benz.
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends, so push it along trails we laid.
Don't deserve the gold, don't deserve the praise, the tranquil and we will make you un-fall your [D#] face.
For we put hip [C#m] hop on a brand new [F#] twist, a brand new twist with Mahoney on the stick.
So low key that you probably missed it, but yet it's so loud that it stands in the [D#] cloud.
When the guy takes the [F#] beat, they bowed.
So raise up Squire, adjust your attire, we have no time to wallow in the mire.
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the [D] lead, join in the [C#m] essence of the cool out.
[F#] The [D#m] cool out to the music, cause it makes you feel [A#m] serene with the birds in the bees.
And all those movie things like getting stomach aches when you [D#m] gotta go to [D#] work.
Or staring into [C#m] space when you're feeling [F#] berserk.
I don't really mind if it's over your head, cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead.
So pay attention, it's not hard to [Gm] decipher, and after the [C#m] horn you can [D#m] check out the playbook _ .
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ [B] _ [D#] _ _ [F#] _ _ Competition, them types will come sideways, competition, them must come straight, wait.
Competition, them types will come sideways, [D#] competition, them must come [C#m] straight, [F#] wait.
How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again.
All through the years, my mic has been my best friend.
I know some brothers and girls can fight for really [D#] good gigs, some even wanna diss me.
But why [F#] sweat it, I'm all into my music cause that's how I make hits.
Try to make hits, my kid Kibri makes tapes.
Me sweat another, I do my own [D#] thing, strictly hardcore [C#] tracks, not a new jazz swing.
[F#] I grew up as a Christian so just like I Kibri, collect my bags, listen to Chabaret.
I sing and tap, I do all of [G] it, it's 1991 [C#m] and I refuse to come [F#] back.
I take off my hat to other crews and tend to run, but the low end theories here.
It's time to wreck shit, I got chips, and stop, so whom shall I [D] fear.
Stop, look, [F#] can't listen, but please don't scare.
Send it to the store and buy the LP or drive RCA.
Cause that's the CD's produced and arranged by the four man crew.
And oh, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too.
Make sure you have a system with them fat house niggas.
So the newbies can run from Boston Master Play Corps.
Cause where I come from, quality is job [D#] one.
And everybody up on me didn't know we'd get the job [F#] done.
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew.
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater near or shoot.
Hey yo, but wait, back it up, easy back [Gm] it up.
Please let the [C#] abstract embellish on [F#] the cutback.
It move just like a cameo song.
If you dig this rhythm, please come dance along.
Move the music cause [D#m] it's done, just roll the line.
Now [E] I gotta scat and get [D#m] mine, underline the jazz.
So what, the jazz move that is called [A#m] the Chabaret.
It's in this fat ceiling of disaster.
[A#] It's a universal sound, let [B] the boppers on [D#] the ground.
And the one six [C#m] below, you didn't have [F#] to go.
So say that I'm a saint cause I was hat and orgy.
And sometimes for breakfast I eat fish and porgies.
If this is a singer, then call me [N] a singer, ask.
The chicken.
Check what out, yo, [Gm] check this out.
Yo, microphone check one two, what is this?.
Defy for the session with the roughneck business.
I float like gravity, never had a cavity.
Got more rhymes than the one that's got family.
[F] No need to sweat, I send a yo to gain some type of gain.
[Em] No shame in my game, cause [G] I always be the same.
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have.
You want it just to fight for but you [Gm] still don't know that.
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid an arrow.
Messing around with the sneakers, the size of the.
I never have sex cause I'm not a half slipper.
[Bm] Pick a [G] lot of sellers or they call me Dr.
Pepper.
Refuse to compete with BS [D] competition.
Your name is special, [G] so won't you suck it with the mission.
I never walk the street thinking it's all about me.
Even though deep in my heart it really could be.
I just try my best to like go all [Em] out.
Some might even say you're [A#] shorty black, your boy get out.
Soon lose vision of this [B] last creation.
Minds get [A#] flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch cape.
The abstract [G#m] poet incognito see I run [N] the cape.
Not the best, not the worst, but occasionally I curse to get my point across.
So bust the floors as I go in between the grit and the dirt.
Listen to the mission, listen as I do work.
[C#] As I crack up that monotone.
Chillin' up the jail [G] so ill yo get yo.
Smoke an RB because they try to dupe me.
[D#] All the best of the pack but they can't do rap [N] because it's abstract.
Original, see they can't get their [G#] own and that's terrible.
[Dm] I know I'll be the man if [G#] I co-yank [F] the blunt on R
