Chords for Brotha Lynch Hung "Good Night" ThrowBacc daCHS
Tempo:
114.85 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#m
G#
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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See this how you do it.
[F] door, when they open the door you walk up in [D#m] there nigga.
the faulty sack.
mix it with a bit of bacon soda.
make em odor.
in his brain nigga, then his head.
metal when you could cry quick like sizzling.
it's not, it's right off the levee.
[F] door, when they open the door you walk up in [D#m] there nigga.
the faulty sack.
mix it with a bit of bacon soda.
make em odor.
in his brain nigga, then his head.
metal when you could cry quick like sizzling.
it's not, it's right off the levee.
100% ➙ 115BPM
C#
F#m
G#
G
F
C#
F#m
G#
_ See this how you do it.
[G] You run up in there, knock on the [F] door, when they open the door you walk up in [D#m] there nigga.
You sell em a sack nigga.
It's the faulty sack.
[C#] _ _ _ _ I mix it with a bit of bacon soda.
In this crack sack, better back back before I make em odor.
I put em in the game nigga, I'm a franchise player.
Put it in his brain nigga, then his head.
I lay the ronin in quiet.
I hold heavy metal when you could cry quick like sizzling.
All I wanna know is is it clean?
If it's not, it's right off the levee.
Smash off in the Chevy if it's hot.
Smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty.
In his brains, in his guts, in his backseat.
Lookin like spaghetti in a pot.
Ready or not, I stay steady with this shot.
From long distance for instance.
Break out like Harry Ross.
Before I'm leaving, I'm leaving you bleeding on your block.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta groove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it, I do hoes.
So if you see me on the streets and you got beef, believe me nigga, I do blow.
Hella niggas rains out, fuckin with mine.
Cause what I do got, I got it while we're stuck on the [F#m] grind.
Carryin two glocks, gettin off [C#] these rocks.
Gettin my rocks off, fuckin slut bitches with nines until it pops off.
Fuckin stuck dicks in your mind, fuckin your block off.
Nigga, fuck you faggots, you niggas conks off.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta groove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
I'll put your brains in the trash compactor.
I'm [G#m] smashing backwards [B] and blasting at your spot with [C#] the Mackin.
I get to crackin like a bad head gasket.
I'll take your nuts to your mama in a basket.
I don't give a fuck, touch em up quicker than Earl Scott.
Dip on that ass in the pearl white and then goodnight.
Don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I'm a block nigga like Seebo.
Make your bleed flow, jumpin over you niggas like I was Evo Knievel.
When I hit that rice trap, WG niggas better back up, pack up.
Cause bodies about to stack up.
You in the Maserati wearing black stuff and I'm back in the cup.
Fuckin it up, you young niggas better wait for us.
I'm a sicko psycho, one and a half skid so cycle.
Blood type O, dancing with the devil.
With my hands on heavy metal, O.
On every level though, [F#m] when I put the pedal to the floor.
Goodnight, [G#] goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
Some say I'm sicker than syphilis, nigga get the picture.
I rip your sling out and cook it and go have dinner with ya.
I'm sick in the head like Charles Michael, hit a text, hit the getcha.
The pain different pictures, it fits in the way, hit you with the sickness.
Get this nigga, I'm a geek, big gangster.
See you in the club and run up on your ass and bank ya.
Ain't duh, nigga to be fuckin with, I got revenue.
If anybody got niggas at a room, I'll pop you nigga Kevin dude.
I got to keep it that way, carry that outlaw.
Like who is you, I'm in gray and blue like I'm a Dallas Cowboy.
24 on my jersey, hit them up like O3.
In the morning, catch them stretching and yawning.
And stretch them out on the line and we're so dirty.
I put them in trash bags and put them in the backyard like I was living in Baghdad.
I be giving niggas they hat back and they hard in my backpack.
And they guts in the guts and they intestines up in the Cadillac.
Goodnight, don't even fight, I spit that black flag.
Niggas got it mixed up like baking soda in a crack sack.
Gotta get your back cracked open, I'm a Southside Strangler.
Creeping up in all black like Oakland, I'ma be lit banging ya.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I [G#] ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better [C#] get used to it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Westside in the house, nigga. Downtown, nigga. _
_ Smash up.
Salute. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] You run up in there, knock on the [F] door, when they open the door you walk up in [D#m] there nigga.
You sell em a sack nigga.
It's the faulty sack.
[C#] _ _ _ _ I mix it with a bit of bacon soda.
In this crack sack, better back back before I make em odor.
I put em in the game nigga, I'm a franchise player.
Put it in his brain nigga, then his head.
I lay the ronin in quiet.
I hold heavy metal when you could cry quick like sizzling.
All I wanna know is is it clean?
If it's not, it's right off the levee.
Smash off in the Chevy if it's hot.
Smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty.
In his brains, in his guts, in his backseat.
Lookin like spaghetti in a pot.
Ready or not, I stay steady with this shot.
From long distance for instance.
Break out like Harry Ross.
Before I'm leaving, I'm leaving you bleeding on your block.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta groove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it, I do hoes.
So if you see me on the streets and you got beef, believe me nigga, I do blow.
Hella niggas rains out, fuckin with mine.
Cause what I do got, I got it while we're stuck on the [F#m] grind.
Carryin two glocks, gettin off [C#] these rocks.
Gettin my rocks off, fuckin slut bitches with nines until it pops off.
Fuckin stuck dicks in your mind, fuckin your block off.
Nigga, fuck you faggots, you niggas conks off.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta groove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
I'll put your brains in the trash compactor.
I'm [G#m] smashing backwards [B] and blasting at your spot with [C#] the Mackin.
I get to crackin like a bad head gasket.
I'll take your nuts to your mama in a basket.
I don't give a fuck, touch em up quicker than Earl Scott.
Dip on that ass in the pearl white and then goodnight.
Don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many there when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I'm a block nigga like Seebo.
Make your bleed flow, jumpin over you niggas like I was Evo Knievel.
When I hit that rice trap, WG niggas better back up, pack up.
Cause bodies about to stack up.
You in the Maserati wearing black stuff and I'm back in the cup.
Fuckin it up, you young niggas better wait for us.
I'm a sicko psycho, one and a half skid so cycle.
Blood type O, dancing with the devil.
With my hands on heavy metal, O.
On every level though, [F#m] when I put the pedal to the floor.
Goodnight, [G#] goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
_ [C#] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
Some say I'm sicker than syphilis, nigga get the picture.
I rip your sling out and cook it and go have dinner with ya.
I'm sick in the head like Charles Michael, hit a text, hit the getcha.
The pain different pictures, it fits in the way, hit you with the sickness.
Get this nigga, I'm a geek, big gangster.
See you in the club and run up on your ass and bank ya.
Ain't duh, nigga to be fuckin with, I got revenue.
If anybody got niggas at a room, I'll pop you nigga Kevin dude.
I got to keep it that way, carry that outlaw.
Like who is you, I'm in gray and blue like I'm a Dallas Cowboy.
24 on my jersey, hit them up like O3.
In the morning, catch them stretching and yawning.
And stretch them out on the line and we're so dirty.
I put them in trash bags and put them in the backyard like I was living in Baghdad.
I be giving niggas they hat back and they hard in my backpack.
And they guts in the guts and they intestines up in the Cadillac.
Goodnight, don't even fight, I spit that black flag.
Niggas got it mixed up like baking soda in a crack sack.
Gotta get your back cracked open, I'm a Southside Strangler.
Creeping up in all black like Oakland, I'ma be lit banging ya.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
But I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better get used to it.
Goodnight, don't even fight, just let it go.
Ain't too many left when they get hit with the technical.
I don't sweat it though, I just roll.
I [G#] ain't gotta prove it, I just know.
It's already better [C#] get used to it. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Westside in the house, nigga. Downtown, nigga. _
_ Smash up.
Salute. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _