El Chicano Chords by Mitch Lee
Tempo:
100.35 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
Em
A
B
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B] [Em] [Bm]
[Em] [Bm] [A]
[B] [Bm]
[Em] Listen [B] up little homies, I'ma tell you a story
About [A] a homie from a side all stronger, no glory
Used [G] to watch the people in his hood make the wrong war
He used [Em] to sit misunderstood from the way [Bm] he wore his [B] pants
Creased up, consider it cheetah
[Bm] You could tell he was sick with it from [A] the feeder
[G] Father was tatted, I mean, from the knees up
[A] Kept the fire [E] in his pocket right under the heater
[B] They couldn't stop him, his nephew [Em] used to ask [Bm] him
Not to back wide just because the cops would watch him
And the niggas on the other side [Em] strike plotting
Recipes to the maul and the [B] food's rotten
Unforgotten, on the block, [Em] nothing will [Bm] stop him
Ain't no blocking, used to let [C#] him when they got him
It was all bad, [G] that was before the state [Bm] pen
Now let the story [C#] begin
[Bm] El Chicano, the protector of the vital
The street judge, [A] no trial
[G] El Chicano, some don't believe he exists
[C#] Until he comes down the street out the middle
[B] El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta [Em] change
[A] Street spots shine up, no it ain't the [C#] same
El Chicano, and Los Angeles won't bother
It's [E] time to clean up the vile
[Bm] Now he's all changed, fresh out the state [Em] pen
Now he's all [D] bang, made the decision
[A] To himself to [G] make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane, he [Em] made a promise to himself
So it can never be [Bm] the same, see he faced self redemption
So he knew without a [C#m] question, just with his questions
Time to leave him all [D] breathless, clean up the heavy
In the hood with the [Em] death wish, right his wrongs
Now, leave him [B] guessing, put on the leather jacket
With the black [Bm] mask, and a debacle
[A] Know it was time to make a move, [G] cause he's got you
Thought you were in the hood, [E] but that was false host
Cause he run the block [B] too, not out to stack cash
Make out that black [Bm] mask, if you don't believe [A] me ask El
Got a shotgun and [G] the rest, he put a hole through the [Em] chest
Anything he had to do to finish up the [B] quest
El Chicano, the protector of the [Bm] vile
The street [A] judge, no trial
El [G] Chicano, some don't believe he [Em] exists
Until he comes down the street out the [A] middle
El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta change
Street spots shine [A] up, no it ain't the same
El [G] Chicano, and Los Angeles won't [Em] bother
It's time to clean up the vile
[B]
[Bm]
[Em] [Bm] [A]
[B] [Bm]
[Em] Listen [B] up little homies, I'ma tell you a story
About [A] a homie from a side all stronger, no glory
Used [G] to watch the people in his hood make the wrong war
He used [Em] to sit misunderstood from the way [Bm] he wore his [B] pants
Creased up, consider it cheetah
[Bm] You could tell he was sick with it from [A] the feeder
[G] Father was tatted, I mean, from the knees up
[A] Kept the fire [E] in his pocket right under the heater
[B] They couldn't stop him, his nephew [Em] used to ask [Bm] him
Not to back wide just because the cops would watch him
And the niggas on the other side [Em] strike plotting
Recipes to the maul and the [B] food's rotten
Unforgotten, on the block, [Em] nothing will [Bm] stop him
Ain't no blocking, used to let [C#] him when they got him
It was all bad, [G] that was before the state [Bm] pen
Now let the story [C#] begin
[Bm] El Chicano, the protector of the vital
The street judge, [A] no trial
[G] El Chicano, some don't believe he exists
[C#] Until he comes down the street out the middle
[B] El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta [Em] change
[A] Street spots shine up, no it ain't the [C#] same
El Chicano, and Los Angeles won't bother
It's [E] time to clean up the vile
[Bm] Now he's all changed, fresh out the state [Em] pen
Now he's all [D] bang, made the decision
[A] To himself to [G] make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane, he [Em] made a promise to himself
So it can never be [Bm] the same, see he faced self redemption
So he knew without a [C#m] question, just with his questions
Time to leave him all [D] breathless, clean up the heavy
In the hood with the [Em] death wish, right his wrongs
Now, leave him [B] guessing, put on the leather jacket
With the black [Bm] mask, and a debacle
[A] Know it was time to make a move, [G] cause he's got you
Thought you were in the hood, [E] but that was false host
Cause he run the block [B] too, not out to stack cash
Make out that black [Bm] mask, if you don't believe [A] me ask El
Got a shotgun and [G] the rest, he put a hole through the [Em] chest
Anything he had to do to finish up the [B] quest
El Chicano, the protector of the [Bm] vile
The street [A] judge, no trial
El [G] Chicano, some don't believe he [Em] exists
Until he comes down the street out the [A] middle
El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta change
Street spots shine [A] up, no it ain't the same
El [G] Chicano, and Los Angeles won't [Em] bother
It's time to clean up the vile
[B]
[Bm]
Key:
Bm
Em
A
B
G
Bm
Em
A
[B] _ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Listen [B] up little homies, I'ma tell you a story
About [A] a homie from a side all stronger, no glory
Used [G] to watch the people in his hood make the wrong war
He used [Em] to sit misunderstood from the way [Bm] he wore his [B] pants
Creased up, consider it cheetah
[Bm] You could tell he was sick with it from [A] the feeder
[G] Father was tatted, I mean, from the knees up
[A] Kept the fire [E] in his pocket right under the heater
[B] They couldn't stop him, his nephew [Em] used to ask [Bm] him
Not to back wide just because the cops would watch him
And the niggas on the other side [Em] strike plotting
Recipes to the maul and the [B] food's rotten
Unforgotten, on the block, [Em] nothing will [Bm] stop him
Ain't no blocking, used to let [C#] him when they got him
It was all bad, [G] that was before the state [Bm] pen
Now let the story [C#] begin
[Bm] El Chicano, the protector of the vital
The street judge, [A] no trial
[G] El Chicano, some don't believe he exists
[C#] Until he comes down the street out the middle
[B] El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta [Em] change
[A] Street spots shine up, no it ain't the [C#] same
El Chicano, and Los Angeles won't bother
It's [E] time to clean up the vile
[Bm] Now he's all changed, fresh out the state [Em] pen
Now he's all [D] bang, made the decision
[A] To himself to [G] make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane, he [Em] made a promise to himself
So it can never be [Bm] the same, see he faced self redemption
So he knew without a [C#m] question, just with his questions
Time to leave him all [D] breathless, clean up the heavy
In the hood with the [Em] death wish, right his wrongs
Now, leave him [B] guessing, put on the leather jacket
With the black [Bm] mask, and a debacle
[A] Know it was time to make a move, [G] cause he's got you
Thought you were in the hood, [E] but that was false host
Cause he run the block [B] too, not out to stack cash
Make out that black [Bm] mask, if you don't believe [A] me ask El
Got a shotgun and [G] the rest, he put a hole through the [Em] chest
Anything he had to do to finish up the [B] quest
El Chicano, the protector of the [Bm] vile
The street [A] judge, no trial
El [G] Chicano, some don't believe he [Em] exists
Until he comes down the street out the [A] middle
El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta change
Street spots shine [A] up, no it ain't the same
El [G] Chicano, and Los Angeles won't [Em] bother
It's time to clean up the vile
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Em] _ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Listen [B] up little homies, I'ma tell you a story
About [A] a homie from a side all stronger, no glory
Used [G] to watch the people in his hood make the wrong war
He used [Em] to sit misunderstood from the way [Bm] he wore his [B] pants
Creased up, consider it cheetah
[Bm] You could tell he was sick with it from [A] the feeder
[G] Father was tatted, I mean, from the knees up
[A] Kept the fire [E] in his pocket right under the heater
[B] They couldn't stop him, his nephew [Em] used to ask [Bm] him
Not to back wide just because the cops would watch him
And the niggas on the other side [Em] strike plotting
Recipes to the maul and the [B] food's rotten
Unforgotten, on the block, [Em] nothing will [Bm] stop him
Ain't no blocking, used to let [C#] him when they got him
It was all bad, [G] that was before the state [Bm] pen
Now let the story [C#] begin
[Bm] El Chicano, the protector of the vital
The street judge, [A] no trial
[G] El Chicano, some don't believe he exists
[C#] Until he comes down the street out the middle
[B] El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta [Em] change
[A] Street spots shine up, no it ain't the [C#] same
El Chicano, and Los Angeles won't bother
It's [E] time to clean up the vile
[Bm] Now he's all changed, fresh out the state [Em] pen
Now he's all [D] bang, made the decision
[A] To himself to [G] make a small change
It's time to clean up the lane, he [Em] made a promise to himself
So it can never be [Bm] the same, see he faced self redemption
So he knew without a [C#m] question, just with his questions
Time to leave him all [D] breathless, clean up the heavy
In the hood with the [Em] death wish, right his wrongs
Now, leave him [B] guessing, put on the leather jacket
With the black [Bm] mask, and a debacle
[A] Know it was time to make a move, [G] cause he's got you
Thought you were in the hood, [E] but that was false host
Cause he run the block [B] too, not out to stack cash
Make out that black [Bm] mask, if you don't believe [A] me ask El
Got a shotgun and [G] the rest, he put a hole through the [Em] chest
Anything he had to do to finish up the [B] quest
El Chicano, the protector of the [Bm] vile
The street [A] judge, no trial
El [G] Chicano, some don't believe he [Em] exists
Until he comes down the street out the [A] middle
El [Bm] Chicano, the way he's been, something's gotta change
Street spots shine [A] up, no it ain't the same
El [G] Chicano, and Los Angeles won't [Em] bother
It's time to clean up the vile
_ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _