Chords for Action Bronson - 'Barry Horowitz'
Tempo:
120.3 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
B
F#m
E
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
He had him, look at the feet, he had him right there by the trunks.
[E] He had him.
[B] It's illegal.
[N] His opponent from St.
Petersburg, Florida, 231 pounds, Barry Horowitz.
[Bm]
Yeah, [F] the Choke, the TA, [Bm]
Rossolino.
[F] Yeah, [F#m] to the back with the hat, knee back in the lap, crack the window, hear the soaps
and that in the back.
Ain't no cat in the hat, just a cat in your rap.
This is Bronson, presenting Flushing Queens on the map, yeah.
Heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind.
Blunt feel with a citrus mix of orange lime.
Pussy drip when the daughter of action come to mind.
Born to ride, winter, spring, summer, shine.
Bonafide, eyes wide, running hot.
You don't want the revolution to be televised.
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps.
With the iron burning hot, give you [Bm] chest stamps.
Phone calls with the [B] cloth over the [C#m] mouthpiece.
With or without lead, burn about [Bm] an ounce, chief.
Hit a neck like a razor for the stubble.
[N] Crazy side, you struggle, blazing in [F#m] a hut, yeah.
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it.
Leather slippers in the sand, motherfuckers couldn't stand in it.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
It's Barry Horowitz, rap, I pat myself in the back.
I activate the funk on the nasty thunk.
Shot got tagged, close the window, teeth and soul.
Weed inside my lung, burn.
These old suckers getting placed into a young urn.
Specialized like the little bus.
Use my chubby little finger for us to stimulate the clitoris.
King Kong, it got shit on us.
I'm out here getting it for real while you motherfuckers fill a bus.
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission.
Started at pole position, eyes on the low division.
As it burned my thumb, I'm rolling up a one.
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's [Bm] son.
Truth or go get, [N] leave your hoe stiff.
[C#] Make your hoe sniff, hoodie and a [Bm] blowfish.
Hope they a coke hit, cause [E] every motherfucker in here rocking low dip.
[B] I'm on that old shit.
Someone put the words in my [F#m] mouth.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
[Bm] Barry Horowitz, [B] always likes to pat himself on the back.
[E] He had him.
[B] It's illegal.
[N] His opponent from St.
Petersburg, Florida, 231 pounds, Barry Horowitz.
[Bm]
Yeah, [F] the Choke, the TA, [Bm]
Rossolino.
[F] Yeah, [F#m] to the back with the hat, knee back in the lap, crack the window, hear the soaps
and that in the back.
Ain't no cat in the hat, just a cat in your rap.
This is Bronson, presenting Flushing Queens on the map, yeah.
Heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind.
Blunt feel with a citrus mix of orange lime.
Pussy drip when the daughter of action come to mind.
Born to ride, winter, spring, summer, shine.
Bonafide, eyes wide, running hot.
You don't want the revolution to be televised.
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps.
With the iron burning hot, give you [Bm] chest stamps.
Phone calls with the [B] cloth over the [C#m] mouthpiece.
With or without lead, burn about [Bm] an ounce, chief.
Hit a neck like a razor for the stubble.
[N] Crazy side, you struggle, blazing in [F#m] a hut, yeah.
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it.
Leather slippers in the sand, motherfuckers couldn't stand in it.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
It's Barry Horowitz, rap, I pat myself in the back.
I activate the funk on the nasty thunk.
Shot got tagged, close the window, teeth and soul.
Weed inside my lung, burn.
These old suckers getting placed into a young urn.
Specialized like the little bus.
Use my chubby little finger for us to stimulate the clitoris.
King Kong, it got shit on us.
I'm out here getting it for real while you motherfuckers fill a bus.
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission.
Started at pole position, eyes on the low division.
As it burned my thumb, I'm rolling up a one.
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's [Bm] son.
Truth or go get, [N] leave your hoe stiff.
[C#] Make your hoe sniff, hoodie and a [Bm] blowfish.
Hope they a coke hit, cause [E] every motherfucker in here rocking low dip.
[B] I'm on that old shit.
Someone put the words in my [F#m] mouth.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
[Bm] Barry Horowitz, [B] always likes to pat himself on the back.
Key:
Bm
B
F#m
E
F
Bm
B
F#m
_ _ _ He had him, look at the feet, he had him right there by the trunks.
[E] He had him.
_ [B] It's illegal. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] His _ _ opponent from St.
Petersburg, Florida, _ _ 231 pounds, Barry _ Horowitz.
[Bm] _ _
Yeah, [F] _ _ the Choke, the TA, [Bm] _
Rossolino.
_ [F] _ _ Yeah, _ [F#m] to the back with the hat, knee back in the lap, crack the window, hear the soaps
and that in the back.
Ain't no cat in the hat, just a cat in your rap.
This is Bronson, presenting Flushing Queens on the map, yeah.
Heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind.
Blunt feel with a citrus mix of orange lime.
Pussy drip when the daughter of action come to mind.
Born to ride, winter, spring, summer, shine.
Bonafide, eyes wide, running hot.
You don't want the revolution to be televised.
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps.
With the iron burning hot, give you [Bm] chest stamps.
Phone calls with the [B] cloth over the [C#m] mouthpiece.
With or without lead, burn about [Bm] an ounce, chief.
Hit a neck like a razor for the stubble.
[N] Crazy side, you struggle, blazing in [F#m] a hut, yeah.
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it.
Leather slippers in the sand, motherfuckers couldn't stand in it.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
_ _ _ It's Barry Horowitz, rap, I pat myself in the back.
I activate the funk on the nasty thunk.
Shot got tagged, close the window, teeth and soul.
Weed inside my lung, burn.
These old suckers getting placed into a young urn.
Specialized like the little bus.
Use my chubby little finger for us to stimulate the clitoris.
King Kong, it got shit on us.
I'm out here getting it for real while you motherfuckers fill a bus.
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission.
Started at pole position, eyes on the low division.
As it burned my thumb, I'm rolling up a one.
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's [Bm] son.
Truth or go get, [N] leave your hoe stiff.
[C#] Make your hoe sniff, hoodie and a [Bm] blowfish.
Hope they a coke hit, cause [E] every motherfucker in here rocking low dip.
[B] I'm on that old shit.
Someone put the words in my [F#m] mouth. _ _
_ Someone put the words in my mouth.
[Bm] Barry Horowitz, _ [B] always likes to pat himself on the back.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] He had him.
_ [B] It's illegal. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] His _ _ opponent from St.
Petersburg, Florida, _ _ 231 pounds, Barry _ Horowitz.
[Bm] _ _
Yeah, [F] _ _ the Choke, the TA, [Bm] _
Rossolino.
_ [F] _ _ Yeah, _ [F#m] to the back with the hat, knee back in the lap, crack the window, hear the soaps
and that in the back.
Ain't no cat in the hat, just a cat in your rap.
This is Bronson, presenting Flushing Queens on the map, yeah.
Heavyweight primate with a Harvard mind.
Blunt feel with a citrus mix of orange lime.
Pussy drip when the daughter of action come to mind.
Born to ride, winter, spring, summer, shine.
Bonafide, eyes wide, running hot.
You don't want the revolution to be televised.
Terrified from the Arab mountain death camps.
With the iron burning hot, give you [Bm] chest stamps.
Phone calls with the [B] cloth over the [C#m] mouthpiece.
With or without lead, burn about [Bm] an ounce, chief.
Hit a neck like a razor for the stubble.
[N] Crazy side, you struggle, blazing in [F#m] a hut, yeah.
Dig a hole, throw the lamb in it.
Leather slippers in the sand, motherfuckers couldn't stand in it.
Someone put the words in my mouth.
_ _ _ It's Barry Horowitz, rap, I pat myself in the back.
I activate the funk on the nasty thunk.
Shot got tagged, close the window, teeth and soul.
Weed inside my lung, burn.
These old suckers getting placed into a young urn.
Specialized like the little bus.
Use my chubby little finger for us to stimulate the clitoris.
King Kong, it got shit on us.
I'm out here getting it for real while you motherfuckers fill a bus.
Weed in my finger flicker, I'm on a solo mission.
Started at pole position, eyes on the low division.
As it burned my thumb, I'm rolling up a one.
Quite persistent, that's why they call me my mother's [Bm] son.
Truth or go get, [N] leave your hoe stiff.
[C#] Make your hoe sniff, hoodie and a [Bm] blowfish.
Hope they a coke hit, cause [E] every motherfucker in here rocking low dip.
[B] I'm on that old shit.
Someone put the words in my [F#m] mouth. _ _
_ Someone put the words in my mouth.
[Bm] Barry Horowitz, _ [B] always likes to pat himself on the back.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _