Highlife Chords by Cypress Hill

Tempo:
94.85 bpm
Chords used:

Gm

Dm

E

D

Em

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Cypress Hill - Highlife chords
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[D]
[Gm]
[D]
[Gm]
[Dm] I wrote you off like my wrist lock, cut you [Gm] off with my sister
You wanna get us, get the venom spit us, your style's trash don't [E] lit up
You [Dm] got the jitter, the hard hitter, no quitters, your soul perverse when you see the cats blazin'
Get [Gm] out the street now, there ain't no use for you beggin' to turn the heat down
Your label need cold [E] blooded, you [Dm] wanna warm me up with hot shit
You got gutted, you can't cut it, you can't butt it, no use, your [Gm] mouth's shutted
Shootin' arrows, diamond studded, and still butted, you got to love it
You better [E] chase the [D] paper all day so you can walk down the long [Dm] platinum hallway
But not the moves a minute made, they [Gm] get played for a minute then played out
They never get back in it, gunpark, [E] I bring chalk, boy your [Dm] body outlines on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4, you're in a game called life, son
I [Gm] get levin' it, street corner kids growin' up, blowin' up
You chase dreams, [E] you want the high life, with [Dm] the skylights, but in the end you're so small
You lost the shine, but I never turn your back, never
All [Gm] niggas loonie who stand alone for the cheddar
And they'll be through with you, the high [E] life, yeah, the [Dm] high life, high life, yeah, the high life
You got to hang out with BBC and take [Gm] it easy, it's easy
I had to learn how to feed me, that's when you [E] go for dolo and get your [D] meal ticket
It's still ticket hardcore, I'm runnin' [Dm] real with it, niggas gettin' soft core
The people [Gm] want more hardcore shit, that's why I give em an encore
Curtains open, you see the people applaud [Dm] feelin' it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin' it
Can't stand unoriginal, ass with [Gm] minimal guilt, that's criminal
You fake bitches, you're lookin' for [E] riches, in the wrong places, [D] the faces of death
Look you in the eye, cut off your [Dm] breath, when you fall, feel your knees shatter
The phone's [Gm] breakin' with your weak bladder, pissin' on yourself, it don't matter
Dead weight, the [E] bed waits for you on the [Dm] set date, dream's gone, it's dead bait
Didn't hesitate, it put you away, close the gates
Now you're [Gm] locked out, you're like cable, with all the porn channels blocked out
What you good [E] for?
Nothing, so be [Dm] gone, suckas
Have a nice trip, see you motherfuckas
You're in the game called life, son, how you [Gm] livin' next week?
All the kids growin' up, blowin' up, you chase dreams
You want the high life, with the [Dm] skylight, but in the end you're so flawed
You lost the shine, right, never turn your back ever
All niggas [Gm] to you, stand alone, pour the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The high life, [E] yeah, the high [Dm] life, the high life, yeah, the high life
I live for the high life, get my [Gm] mind right
Fuck the fame, the game, and the limelight
Fools that be [E] out there tryin' to duplicate, [D] but they can't, messed up, or a can't
[Dm] And person A say the first thing that comes to pass
Is the [Gm] blast of the cypress hill, we [Dm] funk blazin' up a [Gm] path
You can't help, but inhaling gets [D] strong
You eat that good shit, all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in [Gm] motion
Y'all blessed, [Dm] so I feel I've been chosen
[Gm] But I know, [Em] that I feel [D] conquered
You got to come strong, [G] it sounds off like thunder
[Dm] I check myself, and make sure I'm coming real [Gm] tight
Quiet for my fam, the G's and the high life
The high life, yeah, [Dm] you're in a game called life
Son, how you [Gm] livin' in streets, corner kids, growing up, blowing up
You chase dreams, you want [E] the high life, with the [Dm] skylight
But in the end, your soul's gone, you lost your shine
Life never turn your back ever
All niggas to [Gm] you, stand alone, pour the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The high life, yeah, the high life, [Dm] the high life, yeah, the high life
[Gm]
[E] [D] [Dm]
[Gm]
[E] [D]
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Dm
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E
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D
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Em
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Gm
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Dm
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Let's start jamming Cypress Hill - Highlife chords, Practice these chords sequence - Gm, E, Dm, Gm, Dm, D and Dm. To build a solid grasp, start slowly at 47 BPM and then match the original tempo of 95 BPM. Considering your vocal pitch and chord choices, adjust the capo in accordance with the key: D Minor.

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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ I wrote you off like my wrist lock, cut you [Gm] off with my sister
You wanna get us, get the venom spit us, your style's trash don't [E] lit up
You [Dm] got the jitter, the hard hitter, no quitters, your soul perverse when you see the cats blazin'
Get [Gm] out the street now, there ain't no use for you beggin' to turn the heat down
Your label need cold [E] blooded, you [Dm] wanna warm me up with hot shit
You got gutted, you can't cut it, you can't butt it, no use, your [Gm] mouth's shutted
Shootin' arrows, diamond studded, and still butted, you got to love it
You better [E] chase the [D] paper all day so you can walk down the long [Dm] platinum hallway
But not the moves a minute made, they [Gm] get played for a minute then played out
They never get back in it, gunpark, [E] I bring chalk, boy your [Dm] body outlines on the floor
You got hit by the 4-4, you're in a game called life, son
I [Gm] get levin' it, street corner kids growin' up, blowin' up
You chase dreams, [E] you want the high life, with [Dm] the skylights, but in the end you're so small
You lost the shine, but I never turn your back, never
All [Gm] niggas loonie who stand alone for the cheddar
And they'll be through with you, the high [E] life, yeah, the [Dm] high life, high life, yeah, the high life
You got to hang out with BBC and take [Gm] it easy, it's easy
I had to learn how to feed me, that's when you [E] go for dolo and get your [D] meal ticket
It's still ticket hardcore, I'm runnin' [Dm] real with it, niggas gettin' soft core
The people [Gm] want more hardcore shit, that's why I give em an encore
Curtains open, you see the people applaud [Dm] feelin' it
You can't figure out the formula so you're stealin' it
Can't stand unoriginal, ass with [Gm] minimal guilt, that's criminal
You fake bitches, you're lookin' for [E] riches, in the wrong places, [D] the faces of death
Look you in the eye, cut off your [Dm] breath, when you fall, feel your knees shatter
The phone's [Gm] breakin' with your weak bladder, pissin' on yourself, it don't matter
Dead weight, the [E] bed waits for you on the [Dm] set date, dream's gone, it's dead bait
Didn't hesitate, it put you away, close the gates
Now you're [Gm] locked out, you're like cable, with all the porn channels blocked out
What you good [E] for?
Nothing, so be [Dm] gone, suckas
Have a nice trip, see you motherfuckas
You're in the game called life, son, how you [Gm] livin' next week?
All the kids growin' up, blowin' up, you chase dreams
You want the high life, with the [Dm] skylight, but in the end you're so flawed
You lost the shine, right, never turn your back ever
All niggas [Gm] to you, stand alone, pour the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The high life, [E] yeah, the high [Dm] life, the high life, yeah, the high life
I live for the high life, get my [Gm] mind right
Fuck the fame, the game, and the limelight
Fools that be [E] out there tryin' to duplicate, [D] but they can't, messed up, or a can't
[Dm] And person A say the first thing that comes to pass
Is the [Gm] blast of the cypress hill, we [Dm] funk blazin' up a [Gm] path
You can't help, but inhaling gets [D] strong
You eat that good shit, all up in your lungs
I live fast, and keep energy in [Gm] motion
Y'all blessed, [Dm] so I feel I've been chosen
[Gm] But I know, [Em] that I feel [D] conquered
You got to come strong, [G] it sounds off like thunder
[Dm] I check myself, and make sure I'm coming real [Gm] tight
Quiet for my fam, the G's and the high life
The high life, yeah, _ _ [Dm] you're in a game called life
Son, how you [Gm] livin' in streets, corner kids, growing up, blowing up
You chase dreams, you want [E] the high life, with the [Dm] skylight
But in the end, your soul's gone, you lost your shine
Life never turn your back ever
All niggas to [Gm] you, stand alone, pour the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The high life, yeah, the high life, [Dm] the high life, yeah, the high life
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _

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This song was written by Senen Reyes, Louis Freeze and Larry Muggerud.

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