Fast Ones Chords by Codefendants, The D.O.C., Sam King, Julio Francisco Ramos, Fat Mike
Tempo:
150.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
A
E
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [E] [F]
The boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising.
Don't be surprised [Am] when them rats start [Bm] [F] cannibalizing.
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth for mistaking the reef for being shallow, hollow, and weak.
I watch them wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumption.
Place ain't for the faint of heart, it's cold and it loves nothing.
And then I kick high hat, boom bap, boom raps, fast cash, fast roll, click clack, who's [Ab] that?
See me with this orb [A] at the head for the door, the baton [C] chop chop, keep digging [E] that gas.
[A] My brother gonna need to slow it down for all you dummies in the world.
Roll the fast one.
[C] That's not a hand [E] that got [F] a passport.
They always have [A] to tell the cash scum.
[C] So fuck all that [E] and get [Fm] your bad [F] one.
Bad [B] one, call [Em] the fast [A] one.
[C] That's not [E] a hand that got [F] a passport.
They always have to tell [A] the cash scum.
[C] So fuck all that [E] and get [F] your bad one.
Bad [B] one.
Sometimes [N] we just gotta pull the fast one.
I have seen many intelligent [Eb] beings hacked [Em] dumb.
Quick lick up on the streets, fools make a lot of excuses.
[Am] Endless stories, call them slick ricks.
Bitch boys love to act tough, cause I'm on [F] the rocks.
You could look and be punching me probably, but I'll [Am] be jumping the [A] Nazis.
Click click, pop pop, [C] 12 feet of baby in [F] cars.
It's okay if I get locked up, I'ma be swimming in honey [A] bars.
Commissary paid, I don't need a [C] regular leg, never [E] had much [F] luck.
Only got a love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop and punk [A] rock.
Y'all so short, [C] silent head, [Em] hot with [F] bite.
Ain't nobody got the credit for the work of my energy.
Ain't nobody got the credit for what the [A] universe bring.
Bitter pill, [C] bitter [E]
[F] nail.
I done got enough fingers to count for friends [A] that killed.
Yes I did before, before, [C] when I was [E] young.
[F] Girls would call me fat wreck, [Ab] but now [A] I win.
We don't do this for the [C] motherfucking [E] fame.
That's [F] so fucking lame.
Young fat roses get the fuck out of [A] our way.
We were born into this [C] game.
Fuck your [E] Instagram.
[F] [N] That brand new Mohawk must have scrambled up your brain.
Hey, we used to say fuck the coppers on Hiawaska.
All I want is marcas and poppers to keep me popping.
I been [C] living so off balance that even drowning's a [E] fucking challenge.
Violence every day, this ain't fantasy [Am] island.
Niggas wilding, I was when it used to be attitude.
[Gb] I was just a minstrel, [Gm] black fists, black [Ab] food.
[A] Shoes and black face, [C] hated the fucking bass.
[E] Dead, [F] fucking lace.
Your homie is part of the fucking [A]
feds.
But I saw a plate on that fucking [C] mic.
That fucking [F] fat white place, he said that I fucking [Ab] liked.
You [A] motherfuckers from the neighborhood ain't fucking [Am] right.
We don't speak our fucking fingers, but [F] the world thinks.
Gotta get these [A] words out, get these fucking [C] tights.
[F]
Cause you gonna serve a third of your fucking life.
[A] Now I'm gonna keep that hot boy, give him another [C] strike.
[E] Fuckin' with [F] that hot boy, you see his spirit right.
All I want [Em] is guns, food, and fun.
[G] Land, moon, and sun.
Since I been watching my [Gb] problems burn.
A trillion [A] wounds on a bunch of bad bitches who gag [C] his ass, [E] bitch.
[A] But fuck em cause this shit ain't the same.
That's how they live.
For the fast one.
[C] That's not how [E] they got [F] it fast though.
They always have [A] to tell the cash though.
[C] So who [E] gotta kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one for [B] the fast [A] one.
[C] That's not how they [F] got it fast though.
They always have to tell [A] the cash though.
[C] So who gotta [E] kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one.
[A] [C] [E]
[F]
[A] [C] [E]
[F]
[A] [C]
[F]
[A]
The boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising.
Don't be surprised [Am] when them rats start [Bm] [F] cannibalizing.
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth for mistaking the reef for being shallow, hollow, and weak.
I watch them wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumption.
Place ain't for the faint of heart, it's cold and it loves nothing.
And then I kick high hat, boom bap, boom raps, fast cash, fast roll, click clack, who's [Ab] that?
See me with this orb [A] at the head for the door, the baton [C] chop chop, keep digging [E] that gas.
[A] My brother gonna need to slow it down for all you dummies in the world.
Roll the fast one.
[C] That's not a hand [E] that got [F] a passport.
They always have [A] to tell the cash scum.
[C] So fuck all that [E] and get [Fm] your bad [F] one.
Bad [B] one, call [Em] the fast [A] one.
[C] That's not [E] a hand that got [F] a passport.
They always have to tell [A] the cash scum.
[C] So fuck all that [E] and get [F] your bad one.
Bad [B] one.
Sometimes [N] we just gotta pull the fast one.
I have seen many intelligent [Eb] beings hacked [Em] dumb.
Quick lick up on the streets, fools make a lot of excuses.
[Am] Endless stories, call them slick ricks.
Bitch boys love to act tough, cause I'm on [F] the rocks.
You could look and be punching me probably, but I'll [Am] be jumping the [A] Nazis.
Click click, pop pop, [C] 12 feet of baby in [F] cars.
It's okay if I get locked up, I'ma be swimming in honey [A] bars.
Commissary paid, I don't need a [C] regular leg, never [E] had much [F] luck.
Only got a love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop and punk [A] rock.
Y'all so short, [C] silent head, [Em] hot with [F] bite.
Ain't nobody got the credit for the work of my energy.
Ain't nobody got the credit for what the [A] universe bring.
Bitter pill, [C] bitter [E]
[F] nail.
I done got enough fingers to count for friends [A] that killed.
Yes I did before, before, [C] when I was [E] young.
[F] Girls would call me fat wreck, [Ab] but now [A] I win.
We don't do this for the [C] motherfucking [E] fame.
That's [F] so fucking lame.
Young fat roses get the fuck out of [A] our way.
We were born into this [C] game.
Fuck your [E] Instagram.
[F] [N] That brand new Mohawk must have scrambled up your brain.
Hey, we used to say fuck the coppers on Hiawaska.
All I want is marcas and poppers to keep me popping.
I been [C] living so off balance that even drowning's a [E] fucking challenge.
Violence every day, this ain't fantasy [Am] island.
Niggas wilding, I was when it used to be attitude.
[Gb] I was just a minstrel, [Gm] black fists, black [Ab] food.
[A] Shoes and black face, [C] hated the fucking bass.
[E] Dead, [F] fucking lace.
Your homie is part of the fucking [A]
feds.
But I saw a plate on that fucking [C] mic.
That fucking [F] fat white place, he said that I fucking [Ab] liked.
You [A] motherfuckers from the neighborhood ain't fucking [Am] right.
We don't speak our fucking fingers, but [F] the world thinks.
Gotta get these [A] words out, get these fucking [C] tights.
[F]
Cause you gonna serve a third of your fucking life.
[A] Now I'm gonna keep that hot boy, give him another [C] strike.
[E] Fuckin' with [F] that hot boy, you see his spirit right.
All I want [Em] is guns, food, and fun.
[G] Land, moon, and sun.
Since I been watching my [Gb] problems burn.
A trillion [A] wounds on a bunch of bad bitches who gag [C] his ass, [E] bitch.
[A] But fuck em cause this shit ain't the same.
That's how they live.
For the fast one.
[C] That's not how [E] they got [F] it fast though.
They always have [A] to tell the cash though.
[C] So who [E] gotta kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one for [B] the fast [A] one.
[C] That's not how they [F] got it fast though.
They always have to tell [A] the cash though.
[C] So who gotta [E] kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one.
[A] [C] [E]
[F]
[A] [C] [E]
[F]
[A] [C]
[F]
[A]
Key:
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_ [C] _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising.
Don't be surprised [Am] when them rats start [Bm] [F] cannibalizing.
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth for mistaking the reef for being shallow, hollow, and weak.
I watch them wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumption.
Place ain't for the faint of heart, it's cold and it loves nothing.
And then I kick high hat, boom bap, boom raps, fast cash, fast roll, click clack, who's [Ab] that?
See me with this orb [A] at the head for the door, the baton [C] chop chop, keep digging [E] that gas.
[A] My brother gonna need to slow it down for all you dummies in the world.
Roll the fast one.
_ [C] That's not a hand [E] that got [F] a passport.
_ _ They always have [A] to tell the cash scum.
_ [C] So fuck all that [E] and get [Fm] your bad [F] one.
Bad [B] one, call [Em] the fast [A] one.
_ [C] That's not [E] a hand that got [F] a passport.
_ _ They always have to tell [A] the cash scum.
_ [C] So fuck all that [E] and get [F] your bad one.
Bad _ [B] one.
_ Sometimes [N] we just gotta pull the fast one.
I have seen many intelligent [Eb] beings hacked [Em] dumb.
Quick lick up on the streets, fools make a lot of excuses.
[Am] Endless stories, call them slick ricks.
Bitch boys love to act tough, cause I'm on [F] the rocks.
You could look and be punching me probably, but I'll [Am] be jumping the [A] Nazis.
Click click, pop pop, [C] 12 feet of baby in [F] cars.
It's okay if I get locked up, I'ma be swimming in honey [A] bars.
Commissary paid, I don't need a [C] regular leg, never [E] had much [F] luck.
Only got a love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop and punk [A] rock.
Y'all so short, [C] silent head, [Em] hot with [F] bite.
Ain't nobody got the credit for the work of my energy.
Ain't nobody got the credit for what the [A] universe bring.
Bitter pill, [C] bitter _ [E]
[F] nail.
I done got enough fingers to count for friends [A] that killed.
Yes I did before, before, [C] when I was [E] young.
[F] Girls would call me fat wreck, [Ab] but now [A] I win.
We don't do this for the [C] motherfucking [E] fame.
That's [F] so fucking lame.
Young fat roses get the fuck out of [A] our way.
We were born into this [C] game.
Fuck your [E] Instagram.
[F] _ [N] That brand new Mohawk must have scrambled up your brain.
Hey, we used to say fuck the coppers on Hiawaska.
All I want is marcas and poppers to keep me popping.
I been [C] living so off balance that even drowning's a [E] fucking challenge.
Violence every day, this ain't fantasy [Am] island.
Niggas wilding, I was when it used to be attitude.
[Gb] I was just a minstrel, [Gm] black fists, black [Ab] food.
[A] Shoes and black face, [C] hated the fucking bass.
[E] Dead, [F] fucking lace.
Your homie is part of the fucking [A]
feds.
But I saw a plate on that fucking [C] mic.
That fucking [F] fat white place, he said that I fucking [Ab] liked.
You [A] motherfuckers from the neighborhood ain't fucking [Am] right.
We don't speak our fucking fingers, but [F] the world thinks.
Gotta get these [A] words out, get these fucking [C] tights.
[F]
Cause you gonna serve a third of your fucking life.
[A] Now I'm gonna keep that hot boy, give him another [C] strike.
[E] Fuckin' with [F] that hot boy, you see his spirit right.
All I want [Em] is guns, food, and fun.
[G] Land, moon, and sun.
Since I been watching my [Gb] problems burn.
A trillion [A] wounds on a bunch of bad bitches who gag [C] his ass, [E] bitch.
[A] But fuck em cause this shit ain't the same.
That's how they live.
For the fast one.
_ [C] That's not how [E] they got [F] it fast though.
_ They always have [A] to tell the cash though.
_ [C] So who [E] gotta kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one for [B] the fast [A] one.
_ [C] That's not how they [F] got it fast though.
_ They always have to tell [A] the cash though.
_ [C] So who gotta [E] kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one. _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ [E] _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising.
Don't be surprised [Am] when them rats start [Bm] [F] cannibalizing.
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth for mistaking the reef for being shallow, hollow, and weak.
I watch them wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumption.
Place ain't for the faint of heart, it's cold and it loves nothing.
And then I kick high hat, boom bap, boom raps, fast cash, fast roll, click clack, who's [Ab] that?
See me with this orb [A] at the head for the door, the baton [C] chop chop, keep digging [E] that gas.
[A] My brother gonna need to slow it down for all you dummies in the world.
Roll the fast one.
_ [C] That's not a hand [E] that got [F] a passport.
_ _ They always have [A] to tell the cash scum.
_ [C] So fuck all that [E] and get [Fm] your bad [F] one.
Bad [B] one, call [Em] the fast [A] one.
_ [C] That's not [E] a hand that got [F] a passport.
_ _ They always have to tell [A] the cash scum.
_ [C] So fuck all that [E] and get [F] your bad one.
Bad _ [B] one.
_ Sometimes [N] we just gotta pull the fast one.
I have seen many intelligent [Eb] beings hacked [Em] dumb.
Quick lick up on the streets, fools make a lot of excuses.
[Am] Endless stories, call them slick ricks.
Bitch boys love to act tough, cause I'm on [F] the rocks.
You could look and be punching me probably, but I'll [Am] be jumping the [A] Nazis.
Click click, pop pop, [C] 12 feet of baby in [F] cars.
It's okay if I get locked up, I'ma be swimming in honey [A] bars.
Commissary paid, I don't need a [C] regular leg, never [E] had much [F] luck.
Only got a love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop and punk [A] rock.
Y'all so short, [C] silent head, [Em] hot with [F] bite.
Ain't nobody got the credit for the work of my energy.
Ain't nobody got the credit for what the [A] universe bring.
Bitter pill, [C] bitter _ [E]
[F] nail.
I done got enough fingers to count for friends [A] that killed.
Yes I did before, before, [C] when I was [E] young.
[F] Girls would call me fat wreck, [Ab] but now [A] I win.
We don't do this for the [C] motherfucking [E] fame.
That's [F] so fucking lame.
Young fat roses get the fuck out of [A] our way.
We were born into this [C] game.
Fuck your [E] Instagram.
[F] _ [N] That brand new Mohawk must have scrambled up your brain.
Hey, we used to say fuck the coppers on Hiawaska.
All I want is marcas and poppers to keep me popping.
I been [C] living so off balance that even drowning's a [E] fucking challenge.
Violence every day, this ain't fantasy [Am] island.
Niggas wilding, I was when it used to be attitude.
[Gb] I was just a minstrel, [Gm] black fists, black [Ab] food.
[A] Shoes and black face, [C] hated the fucking bass.
[E] Dead, [F] fucking lace.
Your homie is part of the fucking [A]
feds.
But I saw a plate on that fucking [C] mic.
That fucking [F] fat white place, he said that I fucking [Ab] liked.
You [A] motherfuckers from the neighborhood ain't fucking [Am] right.
We don't speak our fucking fingers, but [F] the world thinks.
Gotta get these [A] words out, get these fucking [C] tights.
[F]
Cause you gonna serve a third of your fucking life.
[A] Now I'm gonna keep that hot boy, give him another [C] strike.
[E] Fuckin' with [F] that hot boy, you see his spirit right.
All I want [Em] is guns, food, and fun.
[G] Land, moon, and sun.
Since I been watching my [Gb] problems burn.
A trillion [A] wounds on a bunch of bad bitches who gag [C] his ass, [E] bitch.
[A] But fuck em cause this shit ain't the same.
That's how they live.
For the fast one.
_ [C] That's not how [E] they got [F] it fast though.
_ They always have [A] to tell the cash though.
_ [C] So who [E] gotta kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one for [B] the fast [A] one.
_ [C] That's not how they [F] got it fast though.
_ They always have to tell [A] the cash though.
_ [C] So who gotta [E] kick [F] a bad one?
Bad one. _ _
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