Hell-O Chords by Flatbush Zombies
Tempo:
110.85 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Cm
G
Gm
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
[G] [Cm]
[Ab]
[Gm] [C]
[Ab]
[Cm] I'ma cut it, take your niggas with me.
[Ab] Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny.
Dumb big pockets, countin' plenty.
Ain't no money, you can lend me.
[Gm] If I need [C] cops, I'll be with me.
From the first to first, you know I hold the tail.
Log it in, spread the [Ab] word around.
Wedding [Cm] cake, turns like crystals now.
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now.
Call investigation, it's a purge.
Fame is zerk, screaming [Ab] red alert.
Most you [Am] suckers gotta [Gm] make it work.
Just remember [Cm] what you heard in [D] first.
Problematic shit get automatic.
[Ab] Fucking cowards, they don't want no static.
I'm from the [Cm] towers, flat rich, full of power.
[G] Came up selling sour, [Cm] making thousands.
[Ab] Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Freezes crack, don't say my name in vain.
Fire bricks, stone, acid rain.
Watch me turn the crowd into a spot of sin.
My shit, then I'm most as part of the scene.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
A-I-C-D-12.
I don't wanna [Cm] see the cell.
You won't see me as the [Ab] new fool.
[G] Young and reckless with the [Cm] moves.
Fix yourself up, nigga, what you done?
Patrick Young.
Keep these haters blocked, you haters shocked.
I'm not just saying, par [G]-kater to it later, [Eb] boy.
And the city wants.
Man, fuck that [Ab] mumble rap.
This that scully low rumble rap.
I do 50 years with [G] the police.
Fumblers [Cm] inside my duffel wrap.
[Ab] Mama should've named me Trouble Man.
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles.
Ain't got shit, I ain't talking slumbers.
And [Gm] rat-tat-tat, slide [Cm] up in your trap.
Like Kramer, [Ab] through your window like my man.
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harlequin.
Zombie gang, check my [G] accomplishments.
It's Mishy Dawson, [Ab] or the father bitch.
Keep it hundreds in the shoebox.
Straight cash, pop a few thots.
Farther, nigga, shit, big pop.
Charge some billets, I'm the big shot.
Red alert, get your shit popped.
Have a yanni for the [Cm] big rocks.
Flapping zombies, got the [G] shit locked.
Mad [Cm] Max in the [C] gridlock.
[Ab] [Gm] [Cm]
[G] [Cm]
[Ab]
[Gm] [C]
[Ab]
[Cm] I'ma cut it, take your niggas with me.
[Ab] Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny.
Dumb big pockets, countin' plenty.
Ain't no money, you can lend me.
[Gm] If I need [C] cops, I'll be with me.
From the first to first, you know I hold the tail.
Log it in, spread the [Ab] word around.
Wedding [Cm] cake, turns like crystals now.
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now.
Call investigation, it's a purge.
Fame is zerk, screaming [Ab] red alert.
Most you [Am] suckers gotta [Gm] make it work.
Just remember [Cm] what you heard in [D] first.
Problematic shit get automatic.
[Ab] Fucking cowards, they don't want no static.
I'm from the [Cm] towers, flat rich, full of power.
[G] Came up selling sour, [Cm] making thousands.
[Ab] Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Freezes crack, don't say my name in vain.
Fire bricks, stone, acid rain.
Watch me turn the crowd into a spot of sin.
My shit, then I'm most as part of the scene.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
A-I-C-D-12.
I don't wanna [Cm] see the cell.
You won't see me as the [Ab] new fool.
[G] Young and reckless with the [Cm] moves.
Fix yourself up, nigga, what you done?
Patrick Young.
Keep these haters blocked, you haters shocked.
I'm not just saying, par [G]-kater to it later, [Eb] boy.
And the city wants.
Man, fuck that [Ab] mumble rap.
This that scully low rumble rap.
I do 50 years with [G] the police.
Fumblers [Cm] inside my duffel wrap.
[Ab] Mama should've named me Trouble Man.
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles.
Ain't got shit, I ain't talking slumbers.
And [Gm] rat-tat-tat, slide [Cm] up in your trap.
Like Kramer, [Ab] through your window like my man.
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harlequin.
Zombie gang, check my [G] accomplishments.
It's Mishy Dawson, [Ab] or the father bitch.
Keep it hundreds in the shoebox.
Straight cash, pop a few thots.
Farther, nigga, shit, big pop.
Charge some billets, I'm the big shot.
Red alert, get your shit popped.
Have a yanni for the [Cm] big rocks.
Flapping zombies, got the [G] shit locked.
Mad [Cm] Max in the [C] gridlock.
[Ab] [Gm] [Cm]
Key:
Ab
Cm
G
Gm
C
Ab
Cm
G
_ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ I'ma cut it, take your niggas with me.
[Ab] Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny.
Dumb big pockets, countin' plenty.
Ain't no money, you can lend me.
[Gm] If I need [C] cops, I'll be with me.
From the first to first, you know I hold the tail.
Log it in, spread the [Ab] word around.
Wedding [Cm] cake, turns like crystals now.
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now.
Call investigation, it's a purge.
Fame is zerk, screaming [Ab] red alert.
Most you [Am] suckers gotta [Gm] make it work.
Just remember [Cm] what you heard in [D] first.
Problematic shit get automatic.
[Ab] Fucking cowards, they don't want no static.
I'm from the [Cm] towers, flat rich, full of power.
[G] Came up selling sour, [Cm] making thousands.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ Came up selling sour, making thousands.
_ _ _ Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Freezes crack, don't say my name in vain.
Fire bricks, stone, acid rain.
Watch me turn the crowd into a spot of sin.
My shit, then I'm most as part of the scene.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
A-I-C-D-12.
I don't wanna [Cm] see the cell.
You won't see me as the [Ab] new fool.
[G] Young and reckless with the [Cm] moves.
Fix yourself up, nigga, what you done?
Patrick Young.
Keep these haters blocked, you haters shocked.
I'm not just saying, par [G]-kater to it later, [Eb] boy.
And the city wants.
Man, fuck that [Ab] mumble rap.
This that scully low rumble rap.
I do 50 years with [G] the police.
Fumblers [Cm] inside my duffel wrap.
[Ab] Mama should've named me Trouble Man.
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles.
Ain't got shit, I ain't talking slumbers.
And [Gm] rat-tat-tat, slide [Cm] up in your trap.
Like Kramer, [Ab] through your window like my man.
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harlequin.
Zombie gang, check my [G] accomplishments.
It's Mishy Dawson, [Ab] or the father bitch.
Keep it hundreds in the shoebox.
Straight cash, pop a few thots.
Farther, nigga, shit, big pop.
Charge some billets, I'm the big shot.
Red alert, get your shit popped.
Have a yanni for the [Cm] big rocks.
Flapping zombies, got the [G] shit locked.
Mad [Cm] Max in the [C] gridlock.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ I'ma cut it, take your niggas with me.
[Ab] Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny.
Dumb big pockets, countin' plenty.
Ain't no money, you can lend me.
[Gm] If I need [C] cops, I'll be with me.
From the first to first, you know I hold the tail.
Log it in, spread the [Ab] word around.
Wedding [Cm] cake, turns like crystals now.
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now.
Call investigation, it's a purge.
Fame is zerk, screaming [Ab] red alert.
Most you [Am] suckers gotta [Gm] make it work.
Just remember [Cm] what you heard in [D] first.
Problematic shit get automatic.
[Ab] Fucking cowards, they don't want no static.
I'm from the [Cm] towers, flat rich, full of power.
[G] Came up selling sour, [Cm] making thousands.
_ [Ab] _ _ _ Came up selling sour, making thousands.
_ _ _ Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Came up selling sour, making thousands.
Freezes crack, don't say my name in vain.
Fire bricks, stone, acid rain.
Watch me turn the crowd into a spot of sin.
My shit, then I'm most as part of the scene.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
Acid, acid, acid, acid, y'all.
I think I'm back up on them drugs again.
A-I-C-D-12.
I don't wanna [Cm] see the cell.
You won't see me as the [Ab] new fool.
[G] Young and reckless with the [Cm] moves.
Fix yourself up, nigga, what you done?
Patrick Young.
Keep these haters blocked, you haters shocked.
I'm not just saying, par [G]-kater to it later, [Eb] boy.
And the city wants.
Man, fuck that [Ab] mumble rap.
This that scully low rumble rap.
I do 50 years with [G] the police.
Fumblers [Cm] inside my duffel wrap.
[Ab] Mama should've named me Trouble Man.
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles.
Ain't got shit, I ain't talking slumbers.
And [Gm] rat-tat-tat, slide [Cm] up in your trap.
Like Kramer, [Ab] through your window like my man.
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harlequin.
Zombie gang, check my [G] accomplishments.
It's Mishy Dawson, [Ab] or the father bitch.
Keep it hundreds in the shoebox.
Straight cash, pop a few thots.
Farther, nigga, shit, big pop.
Charge some billets, I'm the big shot.
Red alert, get your shit popped.
Have a yanni for the [Cm] big rocks.
Flapping zombies, got the [G] shit locked.
Mad [Cm] Max in the [C] gridlock.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _