Chords for D.R.S. - Gangsta Lean
Tempo:
82.7 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
A#m
D#
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[C#]
[G#]
[F#] This [C#] song's dedicated to my homies in the gangsta league.
[D#] have to go [A#m] so soon?
[C#] It seems like yesterday we were hanging round the hood.
[D#] memory alive [A#m] like a [G#m] homie [C#] should.
memory going down the drain.
I'd like to keep stepping, [D#] but [A#m] I can't get past [G#] the pain.
[G#]
[F#] This [C#] song's dedicated to my homies in the gangsta league.
[D#] have to go [A#m] so soon?
[C#] It seems like yesterday we were hanging round the hood.
[D#] memory alive [A#m] like a [G#m] homie [C#] should.
memory going down the drain.
I'd like to keep stepping, [D#] but [A#m] I can't get past [G#] the pain.
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F#
A#m
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A#m
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_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] This [C#] song's dedicated to my homies in the gangsta league.
_ Why'd you [D#] have to go [A#m] so soon?
[G#m] _
[C#] _ _ It seems like yesterday we were hanging round the hood.
Now I'm gonna keep your [D#] memory alive [A#m] like a [G#m] homie [C#] should.
_ [F#] A [C#] lifetime of memory _ going down the drain.
_ _ I'd like to keep stepping, [D#] but [A#m] I can't get past [G#] the pain.
I'd like to [F#] keep my body [C#] to your memory.
_ Take a drink and I start to think.
And [F#m] I know one day [D#] soon we'll [D#m] be, we'll be hanging [G#]
now.
_ [F#] This is [C#] for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
Well, when [F#] I see you and I get [D#] there.
In [A#m] that gangsta league, [F#] that gangsta league.
This is [C#] for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
Well, _ when I see you and I get [D#] there.
In that gangsta league, [C#] that gangsta [F#] league.
[Fm] My God, my [A#] God.
[C#] Could you pass on a message for me?
_ Tell him put down those dice for a second, Lord.
[A#m] Listen to [G#] his homie.
[F#] Could you tell [Fm] him I'll never let go of [D#] his memory?
[C#] So his son will know.
You don't have to cry no more.
[A#m] God's got his back.
I [G#m] said God's got his [F#] back.
A [Fm] lifetime of [C#] memory _ going down the drain.
Going down the drain.
I'd like to keep stepping, but [A#m] I can't get past [C#] the pain.
I took [F#] my body to [C#] your memory.
_ Take a drink and I start to think.
And I, I know one day soon, [D#] we'll be, we'll be [A#m] hanging now.
[F#] [C#] This is for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
See you and I [F#m] get there.
[A#m] In that gangsta, [G#m] _
[A#m] gangsta league.
This is for [C#] my homie.
[D#] You know I miss you, [C#] you know I miss you, my homie.
See you and I get there.
[F#] In that gangsta, [G#] in that gangsta [F#] league.
[F] This song is dedicated to my [G#m] homies in that gangsta league.
[D#] Tommy from Master's Touch, [C#] my boy YB, and [F#] my boy Ymir.
Whoever [C#] else out there got a homie that's in that gangsta league.
[A#m] And also my boys in the pretend, [G#] they'll never see the street again.
[A#m] Because you know what?
[C#] It don't matter what they was doing [D#] while they was here.
They could have been [D#m] banging, slanging, [D#] but they ain't here no more.
Now somebody's dad, [F#] somebody's baby, somebody's homie.
[D#m] So go on and rest in peace while you're in that gangsta league.
You know what I'm [A#m] saying?
That's on the real world.
This is for my [C#] homie.
I can't believe that you're gone.
_ [F#] See [C#] you and I get there.
I'll see you, [A#m] I'll see [D#m] you.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [F#] oh.
This is for my homie.
[D#m] Now that you're in that gangsta [C#]
league.
Where, where, where?
See you and I get there.
[A#m] I'm so sorry, girl, [D#] but I've got to keep on.
[A#m] This [F#] is for my homie.
[C#] I gotta keep moving.
I gotta keep moving. _
_ _ [F#] _ [C#] I'll see you and I [D#] get there.
I'll see [A#m] you one day, [F#] someday.
I gotta keep [C#] moving.
I gotta keep moving.
This is for my homie.
_ This is for my homie.
_ _ [F#] See [C#] you and I get there.
[A#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _
[G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] This [C#] song's dedicated to my homies in the gangsta league.
_ Why'd you [D#] have to go [A#m] so soon?
[G#m] _
[C#] _ _ It seems like yesterday we were hanging round the hood.
Now I'm gonna keep your [D#] memory alive [A#m] like a [G#m] homie [C#] should.
_ [F#] A [C#] lifetime of memory _ going down the drain.
_ _ I'd like to keep stepping, [D#] but [A#m] I can't get past [G#] the pain.
I'd like to [F#] keep my body [C#] to your memory.
_ Take a drink and I start to think.
And [F#m] I know one day [D#] soon we'll [D#m] be, we'll be hanging [G#]
now.
_ [F#] This is [C#] for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
Well, when [F#] I see you and I get [D#] there.
In [A#m] that gangsta league, [F#] that gangsta league.
This is [C#] for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
Well, _ when I see you and I get [D#] there.
In that gangsta league, [C#] that gangsta [F#] league.
[Fm] My God, my [A#] God.
[C#] Could you pass on a message for me?
_ Tell him put down those dice for a second, Lord.
[A#m] Listen to [G#] his homie.
[F#] Could you tell [Fm] him I'll never let go of [D#] his memory?
[C#] So his son will know.
You don't have to cry no more.
[A#m] God's got his back.
I [G#m] said God's got his [F#] back.
A [Fm] lifetime of [C#] memory _ going down the drain.
Going down the drain.
I'd like to keep stepping, but [A#m] I can't get past [C#] the pain.
I took [F#] my body to [C#] your memory.
_ Take a drink and I start to think.
And I, I know one day soon, [D#] we'll be, we'll be [A#m] hanging now.
[F#] [C#] This is for my homie.
_ This is for my homies.
See you and I [F#m] get there.
[A#m] In that gangsta, [G#m] _
[A#m] gangsta league.
This is for [C#] my homie.
[D#] You know I miss you, [C#] you know I miss you, my homie.
See you and I get there.
[F#] In that gangsta, [G#] in that gangsta [F#] league.
[F] This song is dedicated to my [G#m] homies in that gangsta league.
[D#] Tommy from Master's Touch, [C#] my boy YB, and [F#] my boy Ymir.
Whoever [C#] else out there got a homie that's in that gangsta league.
[A#m] And also my boys in the pretend, [G#] they'll never see the street again.
[A#m] Because you know what?
[C#] It don't matter what they was doing [D#] while they was here.
They could have been [D#m] banging, slanging, [D#] but they ain't here no more.
Now somebody's dad, [F#] somebody's baby, somebody's homie.
[D#m] So go on and rest in peace while you're in that gangsta league.
You know what I'm [A#m] saying?
That's on the real world.
This is for my [C#] homie.
I can't believe that you're gone.
_ [F#] See [C#] you and I get there.
I'll see you, [A#m] I'll see [D#m] you.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, [F#] oh.
This is for my homie.
[D#m] Now that you're in that gangsta [C#]
league.
Where, where, where?
See you and I get there.
[A#m] I'm so sorry, girl, [D#] but I've got to keep on.
[A#m] This [F#] is for my homie.
[C#] I gotta keep moving.
I gotta keep moving. _
_ _ [F#] _ [C#] I'll see you and I [D#] get there.
I'll see [A#m] you one day, [F#] someday.
I gotta keep [C#] moving.
I gotta keep moving.
This is for my homie.
_ This is for my homie.
_ _ [F#] See [C#] you and I get there.
[A#m] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _