Highlife Chords by Cypress Hill
Tempo:
94.85 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Dm
E
D
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[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]
[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]
Key:
Gm
Dm
E
D
Em
Gm
Dm
E
[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] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [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] _ _ _ _ _