By The Ocean Chords by Boosie Badazz
Tempo:
70.075 bpm
Chords used:
Cm
Fm
Ab
Abm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] Sometime you gotta ride by that ocean.
I took a ride by that ocean to ease my mind a bit.
I'm trying to find this shit, talking all kinds of shit.
You're doing crime and shit.
Now I got a plan to fix these niggas in hell.
Need to go get my cousin, he funny.
I need a leg.
Yeah bitch we smoking exotic, bitch we popping in that bread.
We don't play with nobody, play be popping, they miss less.
Went to the ocean so I could thank God.
Settled in the sand and got high.
Then I asked the Lord a real question.
Where the shots keep missing me?
What?
In that fire, as [Fm] I ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting [Fm] close.
[Abm] I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Patron.
I [Ab] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
Oh [C] no we ain't trying [Cm] to die.
I took a ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting close.
I'm drinking on a shot of boozy juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to die man.
That Mikey was lit, who knew he'd get hit.
He just got caught in a car, got caught in a car.
The veil was round his bitch cause and he got took off by a boat.
Told me Sneeze was gone, now that she gone.
He lost it all to the salt, all to the salt.
My cousin to get you, my uncle to hit you.
Wasn't no trust in the hood, [Abm] wasn't no love.
[Cm] I used to walk to the river to miss you, sip your ass.
Running game with my nigga biggie.
Twenty five in my back pocket, I'm back popping if they try to kill me.
Hundred thousand turned to a million.
Name ringing bitch, who the man?
Still stressing like a motherfucker but I'm by the ocean in a cooler now.
Smoking that fire and I [Ab] ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, the clock getting [Ab] closer.
I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Jotron.
I [Fm] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
No, [Cm] we ain't trying to stop.
Nothing's on my mind as I ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time clock getting closer.
I'm drinking on a shot of Bootsy Juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to stop.
Slab-a-diddles, slab-a-diddles,
mum-a-diddles, my time is good, I'm ready.
I took a ride by that ocean to ease my mind a bit.
I'm trying to find this shit, talking all kinds of shit.
You're doing crime and shit.
Now I got a plan to fix these niggas in hell.
Need to go get my cousin, he funny.
I need a leg.
Yeah bitch we smoking exotic, bitch we popping in that bread.
We don't play with nobody, play be popping, they miss less.
Went to the ocean so I could thank God.
Settled in the sand and got high.
Then I asked the Lord a real question.
Where the shots keep missing me?
What?
In that fire, as [Fm] I ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting [Fm] close.
[Abm] I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Patron.
I [Ab] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
Oh [C] no we ain't trying [Cm] to die.
I took a ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting close.
I'm drinking on a shot of boozy juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to die man.
That Mikey was lit, who knew he'd get hit.
He just got caught in a car, got caught in a car.
The veil was round his bitch cause and he got took off by a boat.
Told me Sneeze was gone, now that she gone.
He lost it all to the salt, all to the salt.
My cousin to get you, my uncle to hit you.
Wasn't no trust in the hood, [Abm] wasn't no love.
[Cm] I used to walk to the river to miss you, sip your ass.
Running game with my nigga biggie.
Twenty five in my back pocket, I'm back popping if they try to kill me.
Hundred thousand turned to a million.
Name ringing bitch, who the man?
Still stressing like a motherfucker but I'm by the ocean in a cooler now.
Smoking that fire and I [Ab] ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, the clock getting [Ab] closer.
I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Jotron.
I [Fm] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
No, [Cm] we ain't trying to stop.
Nothing's on my mind as I ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time clock getting closer.
I'm drinking on a shot of Bootsy Juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to stop.
Slab-a-diddles, slab-a-diddles,
mum-a-diddles, my time is good, I'm ready.
Key:
Cm
Fm
Ab
Abm
C
Cm
Fm
Ab
[Cm] _ _ Sometime you gotta ride by that _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ ocean. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I took a ride by that ocean to ease my mind a bit.
I'm trying to find this shit, talking all kinds of shit.
You're doing crime and shit.
Now I got a plan to fix these niggas in hell.
Need to go get my cousin, he funny.
I need a leg.
Yeah bitch we smoking exotic, bitch we popping in that bread.
We don't play with nobody, play be popping, they miss less.
Went to the ocean so I could thank God.
Settled in the sand and got high.
Then I asked the Lord a real question.
Where the shots keep missing me?
What?
In that fire, as [Fm] I ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting [Fm] close.
[Abm] I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Patron.
I [Ab] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
Oh [C] no we ain't trying [Cm] to die.
I took a ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting close.
I'm drinking on a shot of boozy juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to die man.
That Mikey was lit, who knew he'd get hit.
He just got caught in a car, got caught in a car.
The veil was round his bitch cause and he got took off by a boat.
Told me Sneeze was gone, now that she gone.
He lost it all to the salt, all to the salt.
My cousin to get you, my uncle to hit you.
Wasn't no trust in the hood, [Abm] wasn't no love.
[Cm] I used to walk to the river to miss you, sip your ass.
Running game with my nigga biggie.
Twenty five in my back pocket, I'm back popping if they try to kill me.
Hundred thousand turned to a million.
Name ringing bitch, who the man?
Still stressing like a motherfucker but I'm by the ocean in a cooler now.
Smoking that fire and I [Ab] ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, the clock getting [Ab] closer.
I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Jotron.
I [Fm] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
No, [Cm] we ain't trying to stop.
Nothing's on my mind as I ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time clock getting closer.
I'm drinking on a shot of Bootsy Juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to stop.
Slab-a-diddles, slab-a-diddles, _
_ mum-a-diddles, my time is good, I'm ready.
_ _ _ _ _ ocean. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I took a ride by that ocean to ease my mind a bit.
I'm trying to find this shit, talking all kinds of shit.
You're doing crime and shit.
Now I got a plan to fix these niggas in hell.
Need to go get my cousin, he funny.
I need a leg.
Yeah bitch we smoking exotic, bitch we popping in that bread.
We don't play with nobody, play be popping, they miss less.
Went to the ocean so I could thank God.
Settled in the sand and got high.
Then I asked the Lord a real question.
Where the shots keep missing me?
What?
In that fire, as [Fm] I ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting [Fm] close.
[Abm] I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Patron.
I [Ab] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
Oh [C] no we ain't trying [Cm] to die.
I took a ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, clock getting close.
I'm drinking on a shot of boozy juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to die man.
That Mikey was lit, who knew he'd get hit.
He just got caught in a car, got caught in a car.
The veil was round his bitch cause and he got took off by a boat.
Told me Sneeze was gone, now that she gone.
He lost it all to the salt, all to the salt.
My cousin to get you, my uncle to hit you.
Wasn't no trust in the hood, [Abm] wasn't no love.
[Cm] I used to walk to the river to miss you, sip your ass.
Running game with my nigga biggie.
Twenty five in my back pocket, I'm back popping if they try to kill me.
Hundred thousand turned to a million.
Name ringing bitch, who the man?
Still stressing like a motherfucker but I'm by the ocean in a cooler now.
Smoking that fire and I [Ab] ride by [Cm] that ocean.
Thinking it's my time, the clock getting [Ab] closer.
I'm drinking [Cm] on a shot of Jotron.
I [Fm] mix that with [Cm] mimosa.
Guns around me and all of [Fm] my soul.
No, [Cm] we ain't trying to stop.
Nothing's on my mind as I ride by that ocean.
Thinking it's my time clock getting closer.
I'm drinking on a shot of Bootsy Juice.
I mix that with mimosa.
Guns around me and all of my soul.
We ain't trying to stop.
Slab-a-diddles, slab-a-diddles, _
_ mum-a-diddles, my time is good, I'm ready.
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