Chords for Digable Planets - Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

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[N] We like the breeze flow straight out of our lips.
Them they got booed by these Harvard Brooklyn kids.
Us floor when they DJing in the classics.
You do the crew on the baddest hip hop record.
He tucks the kicks and sinks into the sounds.
She frequently batted joints called underground.
Our bunkers wounds like Hitler, Mary Jane.
They flock to booms, man, boogie had to change.
Who freaks the kids with mad enough percussion?
Where kinky hair goes to unthought of dimensions?
Why's it so fly?
Cause hip hop got some drama.
When Butterfly rockin' like Uswe Williams.
Walk by the cut, we push it off the corner.
How was the broadskins higher hip hop ever?
Was fresh and packed since we started saying owie.
Cuz funks made back from right beneath my hood.
The poobah of the styles like Miles and shit.
Like 60s funky words [F#] with waves and perms.
Just sending junkie rhythms right down your block.
[E] We beat to rap [Em] what Key beat to lock,
[D#m] but I'm cool [D] like that.
I'm cool [F#m] like that.
I'm cool like that.
I'm cool like that.
I'm cool [D] like that.
[C#] I'm cool like that.
I'm cool [B] like that.
[E] I'm cool, cool.
We be the chocolate stacks in my rap.
She innovates every sweet and crack rap.
She at the funk club with the vibrate.
Them, they be crazy down with the five-fifth.
It can't kick a plane that crowd burst.
He, I be digging it with the broke verse.
Us, we be freaking till dawn.
Listen, I, he, yes, this man just [G] smart, so I play hot.
[F#m] He understood, yeah, understood the plan.
He heard of me and put it in his hand.
What, I just flip, let the boarder do the loops.
How to consume all the bitches like juice.
If it's the shit, we'll lift it off the plastic.
The music goes spastic, hip-hop moves classic.
Pimp play it sharp, it don't matter.
I'm fatter, acts butter, how I zone.
Man, Cleopatra Jones.
And I'm chill like that.
I'm chill like that.
I'm chill like that.
Chill like that.
Chill [D] like that.
Chill [F#] like that.
I'm chill [D] like that.
[Em] Chill. _
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_ _ _ _ [E] Flick, flick, [N] flick, flick, flick. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick.
We get your food, cause the kids be back for us.
Them, dug the dams, like a Mr.
Norman Hawke.
She, sweats the boots and ask if she puppet.
Me, I got crew, kids seven and a crescent.
Us, cause I'm us when a nickel mezzanine flow.
Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt.
Fake catch a fence from the Mr.
Doodle Dick.
He, makes a team from the crooked nine pigs.
The reverb, the slip, like my gangster stroll.
The lyrics just like me, come in stacks and rolls.
You, used to find the bug in a box, babe.
Now he boogies up your stage, plats, twists the braids.
And [F#m] I'm peace like [Bm] that.
[E] Peace like [F#m] that.
I'm peace like [D] that.
Peace like [F#m] that.
I'm peace like that.
[Em] Peace like [F#m] that.
I'm peace like [Bm] that.
I'm peace, just get out.
Man, I groove like that.
I'm smooth like that.
I drive like that.
I roll like that.
Yeah, I'm thick like that.
I stack like that.
I'm down like that.
I'm black like that.
Yo, I funk like that.
I'm fat like that.
I'm in like that, cause I swing like that.
We jazz like that.
Freak like that.
We zoom like that.
We out, we [E] out.
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