Memories Chords by Cypress Hill

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_ I used to [G] sit in my silver stack [Gm] thinking about way back, [Cm] even before I started placing
the chronic sack.
I [G] was a young, wild, unfocused, troublesome kid, looking up to all the gangsters and [Gm] the
shit they did.
I was at an impressionable age, to a phase, an [Cm] unmentionable stage, the rage, full of
rage, [G] walking through life in a haze with dark clouds hanging over my head, [Gm] being wicked and loud.
And sometimes those demons haunt me, who taught me, follow me, pursue me, confuse me, they
want me, they come at me from all angles and dangles.
Memories in front of me, but I won't run away, I put the gun away, but sometimes my hand
[Cm] ditches, but I don't want to get locked away cause I whack [Gm] bitches.
I left those ways back in the old days, so go away, I don't got no time to go away. _
Memories, they haunt [Cm] me, they follow me, [Gm] to the day I die.
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ I got _ _ _ _ _ _ _ my education on the streets, and I learned how [C] to spit rhymes over rhythm with no reason,
[G] to say whatever I went through, or going through, tripping off people who [Bb] acted like they didn't know me.
[Gm] Learned how some of these record companies be hauling [Cm] you, attaching an image in the
end controlling [Gm] you, but we set out to set ourselves apart, and let these people know
just what they had from the start.
It's like Ghostface said, we studied our art [Cm] form, we turned the mic on and spit a fucking [G] dark storm.
People slept on me and doubted my skill level, but I'm tenacious [Gm] and I got a strong will level.
You've been introduced to some of the real [Cm] rebels, injected with venom from gods to kill [Gm] devils. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Memories, they haunt [Cm] me, they follow _ me, [Gm] to the day I die. _ _
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Memories, they haunt me, [Cm] they follow me, [Gm] to the day I _ die.
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Memories, they haunt [Cm] me, they follow me, [Gm] to the day I _ die.
I ain't never struggle out here, but stay alive.
_ Memories, they haunt [Cm] me, they follow [Gm] me, to the day I die. _ _ _ _ _ _
I [G] remember my days as [C] a youth, teenage gangsters with something to prove.
See my [Gm] enemies and we creep and we swoop, catch their ass slipping and dump on they crew.
Just having fun, bunch of crazy kids, [Cm] never thought about no prison beds, got [Gm] gangsters
serving [Bb] 25 to life, never see the kids go fucking wild, [Gm] but that's the game and shit don't change.
You get respect for smoking brains, you get a name and you build a rep.
You're courting fools coming in your set, before you know we're having fun, swinging
[Ab] dope, I'm packing guns, [Gm] leaving mad traces, blasting them faces, got a hundred years for
all my fucking cases.
_ Memories, they haunt [Cm] me, they follow me, to the [Gm] day I die.
I ain't never struggle _ _ _ _ _ _ out here, but stay alive.
Memories, they haunt me, [Cm] they follow [Gm] me, to the day I die. _
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I ain't never struggle out here, but stay alive.
Memories, they haunt _ [Cm] me, they follow me, to the [Gm] day I die.
I ain't never struggle out here, but stay alive.
_ Memories, they haunt me, they [Eb] follow [Gm] me, to the day I die.
Gotta do what I got here, so we can survive.
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