Chords for Eazy-E - Boyz-n-the-Hood - Bluegrass Style
Tempo:
131.6 bpm
Chords used:
G
Am
C
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Am] [D] [G]
[Am] [A]
[C] Woke up with a bad [D] bout, knew it was a start, that I [G] had to be a cop, and [C] soon I got a good cop
On my daily [D] games, but before my mama stopped [G] bitchin' about my [Am] friends
I went to go where damn near went, [A] findin' them niggas in my [G] path, knowin' the gang [C] sign
I went in the [Am] house, peekin' the clip, [D] with my map, [G] and I decided my hood
I bailed [Am] outside, and I pointed my weapon, and just as I [G] thought the fools kept [C] steppin' in
I jumped in [Am] the boat, and bitches on my [A] ride, I got front and [G] back, side to [G] side
I had a little [A] BL problem, but [D] I was grubbin' new [G] shit, buyin' WPA
It was Gates, the [A] Gates, the Antetokounmpo, it was
I played my own [G] shit, it was somethin' like [C] this, and cruisin' down the [Am] street in my six [A]-ball
Chokin' the [G] bitches, and slappin' the hoes, I went to the car [Am] to get the scoop
[A] Knuckleheads out [B] there, pull shoes and hoops, my car pulls [Am] up, boot camp
It [A] was a fresh check, I mean I roll a kilo cheap, [C] he rolls down the window [Am] and he starts to say
It's all [G] about makin' that GTA, [C] cause the boys [Am] in the hood are [A] always hard
If I'm [G] talkin' that trash, I'm [C] a pull your card, and [Am] knowin' nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
[Dm] [G]
[C] Bored as hell, and I wanna [Dm] get ill, so I go to [G] a place where my [C] homeboys chill
The fellas [E] out there tryin' to make that dollar, I woke [Em] up in my six-ball
I got a grater with [Am] a 40, and I started [Dm] drinkin'
And from the 8 [G]-ball, my breast starts [Am] beakin'
I gotta get a girl to rock that [D] body, before I [G] left to hit the [C] Bacardi
Went to the [A] house to get her out of the [D] pad, and the bitch said, [G] so thin to make me [C] mad
Said somethin' [A] that I couldn't [Dm] believe, so I grabbed a stupid [G] bitch, fired at the ass
[C] Refused, started talkin' [A] shit, wouldn't you know, I reached back
Clack off [G] the other pen, I slapped the hoe, and then her father stood [Am] up, he started to shout
[Dm] So I threw a rock, [D] passed another soul, that's [C] how, cause a boy is [A] in the hood
[Dm] Always hard to come [G] talkin' that trash, and I'm a [C] pull your card, and knowin' [Am] nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
[D] [G]
[A] [Dm] [G]
[C] [Am] [Dm] [G]
[Am] Living my dad a [Dm] lie
[G]
[Am] Homey scored a G, he's gonna [Dm] fly
[G] Punk-ass [C] fly
[Am] [A]
[C] Woke up with a bad [D] bout, knew it was a start, that I [G] had to be a cop, and [C] soon I got a good cop
On my daily [D] games, but before my mama stopped [G] bitchin' about my [Am] friends
I went to go where damn near went, [A] findin' them niggas in my [G] path, knowin' the gang [C] sign
I went in the [Am] house, peekin' the clip, [D] with my map, [G] and I decided my hood
I bailed [Am] outside, and I pointed my weapon, and just as I [G] thought the fools kept [C] steppin' in
I jumped in [Am] the boat, and bitches on my [A] ride, I got front and [G] back, side to [G] side
I had a little [A] BL problem, but [D] I was grubbin' new [G] shit, buyin' WPA
It was Gates, the [A] Gates, the Antetokounmpo, it was
I played my own [G] shit, it was somethin' like [C] this, and cruisin' down the [Am] street in my six [A]-ball
Chokin' the [G] bitches, and slappin' the hoes, I went to the car [Am] to get the scoop
[A] Knuckleheads out [B] there, pull shoes and hoops, my car pulls [Am] up, boot camp
It [A] was a fresh check, I mean I roll a kilo cheap, [C] he rolls down the window [Am] and he starts to say
It's all [G] about makin' that GTA, [C] cause the boys [Am] in the hood are [A] always hard
If I'm [G] talkin' that trash, I'm [C] a pull your card, and [Am] knowin' nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
[Dm] [G]
[C] Bored as hell, and I wanna [Dm] get ill, so I go to [G] a place where my [C] homeboys chill
The fellas [E] out there tryin' to make that dollar, I woke [Em] up in my six-ball
I got a grater with [Am] a 40, and I started [Dm] drinkin'
And from the 8 [G]-ball, my breast starts [Am] beakin'
I gotta get a girl to rock that [D] body, before I [G] left to hit the [C] Bacardi
Went to the [A] house to get her out of the [D] pad, and the bitch said, [G] so thin to make me [C] mad
Said somethin' [A] that I couldn't [Dm] believe, so I grabbed a stupid [G] bitch, fired at the ass
[C] Refused, started talkin' [A] shit, wouldn't you know, I reached back
Clack off [G] the other pen, I slapped the hoe, and then her father stood [Am] up, he started to shout
[Dm] So I threw a rock, [D] passed another soul, that's [C] how, cause a boy is [A] in the hood
[Dm] Always hard to come [G] talkin' that trash, and I'm a [C] pull your card, and knowin' [Am] nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
[D] [G]
[A] [Dm] [G]
[C] [Am] [Dm] [G]
[Am] Living my dad a [Dm] lie
[G]
[Am] Homey scored a G, he's gonna [Dm] fly
[G] Punk-ass [C] fly
Key:
G
Am
C
A
D
G
Am
C
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[C] Woke up with a bad [D] bout, knew it was a start, that I [G] had to be a cop, and [C] soon I got a good cop
On my daily [D] games, but before my mama stopped [G] bitchin' about my [Am] friends
I went to go where damn near went, [A] findin' them niggas in my [G] path, knowin' the gang [C] sign
I went in the [Am] house, peekin' the clip, [D] with my map, [G] and I decided my hood
I bailed [Am] outside, and I pointed my weapon, and just as I [G] thought the fools kept [C] steppin' in
I jumped in [Am] the boat, and bitches on my [A] ride, I got front and [G] back, side to [G] side
I had a little [A] BL problem, but [D] I was grubbin' new [G] shit, buyin' WPA
It was Gates, the [A] Gates, the Antetokounmpo, it was
I played my own [G] shit, it was somethin' like [C] this, and cruisin' down the [Am] street in my six [A]-ball
Chokin' the [G] bitches, and slappin' the hoes, I went to the car [Am] to get the scoop
[A] Knuckleheads out [B] there, pull shoes and hoops, my car pulls [Am] up, boot camp
It [A] was a fresh check, I mean I roll a kilo cheap, [C] he rolls down the window [Am] and he starts to say
It's all [G] about makin' that GTA, [C] cause the boys [Am] in the hood are [A] always hard
If I'm [G] talkin' that trash, I'm [C] a pull your card, and [Am] knowin' nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] Bored as hell, and I wanna [Dm] get ill, so I go to [G] a place where my [C] homeboys chill
The fellas [E] out there tryin' to make that dollar, I woke [Em] up in my six-ball
I got a grater with [Am] a 40, and I started [Dm] drinkin'
And from the 8 [G]-ball, my breast starts [Am] beakin'
I gotta get a girl to rock that [D] body, before I [G] left to hit the [C] Bacardi
Went to the [A] house to get her out of the [D] pad, and the bitch said, [G] so thin to make me [C] mad
Said somethin' [A] that I couldn't [Dm] believe, so I grabbed a stupid [G] bitch, fired at the ass
[C] Refused, started talkin' [A] shit, wouldn't you know, I reached back
Clack off [G] the other pen, I slapped the hoe, and then her father stood [Am] up, he started to shout
[Dm] So I threw a rock, [D] passed another soul, that's [C] how, cause a boy is [A] in the hood
[Dm] Always hard to come [G] talkin' that trash, and I'm a [C] pull your card, and knowin' [Am] nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] Living my dad a [Dm] lie
_ [G] _ _
[Am] Homey scored a G, he's gonna [Dm] fly _ _
[G] _ Punk-ass [C] fly _ _ _
[Am] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[C] Woke up with a bad [D] bout, knew it was a start, that I [G] had to be a cop, and [C] soon I got a good cop
On my daily [D] games, but before my mama stopped [G] bitchin' about my [Am] friends
I went to go where damn near went, [A] findin' them niggas in my [G] path, knowin' the gang [C] sign
I went in the [Am] house, peekin' the clip, [D] with my map, [G] and I decided my hood
I bailed [Am] outside, and I pointed my weapon, and just as I [G] thought the fools kept [C] steppin' in
I jumped in [Am] the boat, and bitches on my [A] ride, I got front and [G] back, side to [G] side
I had a little [A] BL problem, but [D] I was grubbin' new [G] shit, buyin' WPA
It was Gates, the [A] Gates, the Antetokounmpo, it was
I played my own [G] shit, it was somethin' like [C] this, and cruisin' down the [Am] street in my six [A]-ball
Chokin' the [G] bitches, and slappin' the hoes, I went to the car [Am] to get the scoop
[A] Knuckleheads out [B] there, pull shoes and hoops, my car pulls [Am] up, boot camp
It [A] was a fresh check, I mean I roll a kilo cheap, [C] he rolls down the window [Am] and he starts to say
It's all [G] about makin' that GTA, [C] cause the boys [Am] in the hood are [A] always hard
If I'm [G] talkin' that trash, I'm [C] a pull your card, and [Am] knowin' nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
_ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] Bored as hell, and I wanna [Dm] get ill, so I go to [G] a place where my [C] homeboys chill
The fellas [E] out there tryin' to make that dollar, I woke [Em] up in my six-ball
I got a grater with [Am] a 40, and I started [Dm] drinkin'
And from the 8 [G]-ball, my breast starts [Am] beakin'
I gotta get a girl to rock that [D] body, before I [G] left to hit the [C] Bacardi
Went to the [A] house to get her out of the [D] pad, and the bitch said, [G] so thin to make me [C] mad
Said somethin' [A] that I couldn't [Dm] believe, so I grabbed a stupid [G] bitch, fired at the ass
[C] Refused, started talkin' [A] shit, wouldn't you know, I reached back
Clack off [G] the other pen, I slapped the hoe, and then her father stood [Am] up, he started to shout
[Dm] So I threw a rock, [D] passed another soul, that's [C] how, cause a boy is [A] in the hood
[Dm] Always hard to come [G] talkin' that trash, and I'm a [C] pull your card, and knowin' [Am] nothin' in life, I'm bout to [D] be legit
Don't [G] quote me boy, I [C] ain't said [Am] shit
_ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] Living my dad a [Dm] lie
_ [G] _ _
[Am] Homey scored a G, he's gonna [Dm] fly _ _
[G] _ Punk-ass [C] fly _ _ _