Chords for Foxy Brown - I'll Be (Official Music Video) ft. JAY-Z
Tempo:
105.85 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
F#
C#
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Three cats, six guys, blood down, trying to hunt down the brown fox, the hell not.
[F#] [A] Uh.
With a pop race yourself is a rider on top, close your eyes as you [F#] ride, right out your
[C#m] don't lose your mind as you grind in the bumble.
last bundle?
girl.
low.
[C#m] ego, y'all didn't need to beat those.
[F#] [A] Uh.
With a pop race yourself is a rider on top, close your eyes as you [F#] ride, right out your
[C#m] don't lose your mind as you grind in the bumble.
last bundle?
girl.
low.
[C#m] ego, y'all didn't need to beat those.
100% ➙ 106BPM
C#m
F#
C#
B
A
C#m
F#
C#
Three cats, six guys, blood down, trying to hunt down the brown fox, the hell not.
How we [D#] do?
[A] _ Yeah.
Nah nah.
_ _ [F#] _ [A] Uh.
_ [C#m] Come on.
With a pop race yourself is a rider on top, close your eyes as you [F#] ride, right out your
sock, [C#m] don't lose your mind as you grind in the bumble.
Wanna give me the cash he made off his last bundle?
Nasty girl, won't pass me the world.
I push the [C#] beat, not the backseat girl.
[A] Don't need deep throat to see, [C#m] no, she broke.
And keeps the heat low.
Thumbs, we post to be the A's on three [C#] coats.
And [B] then we are bigger than [C#m] ego, y'all didn't need to beat those.
Smart, all I see is the pennies, that's all.
No shark in this year, raise it bigger.
Fifteen [C#] percent, make the whole world [C#m] sit up.
And take notice, not a takeover, y'all take quotas.
You gon' fuck my ass.
Uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
How [F#] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing for sure. _
_ That's right, you drop hits and tell me.
[F#] How nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the [C#] woolies rip.
One thing for sure.
I'm too loud, nappy as a wannabe.
You know, shake yo' [G#] ass in front of [C#m] me.
Before I take it in, tear your back out.
That shit, in half, this is the map, it's out.
Roll up a line, uh, dripped in Gabbana.
Nineties [G#] style, refining [C#m] style.
Run away, so fit, wanna taste this shit?
Put me on the bass, then throw your face in it.
_ Nah, nah, y'all can't touch her.
My six [G#] drive all night like a [C#m] trucker.
Let alone the skills I possess.
Y'all gon' see by these mills I possess.
Never settle for less, I'm in excess.
Not [G#] inexpensive, DVS to the [F#] tilt.
That's just the way I'm built.
Nasty, woke, classy, stay.
[C#m] Uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
[F#] How nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [F#] for sure. _
[C#m] _ That's right, you drop hittin', tell me.
How [F#] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the [F#] hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing for sure.
[C#] You can hold what I [E] got, roll with the rock.
A fella capo when the [C#] candy apple drop.
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop?
Can you throw it like a quarterback?
Third in the [C#m] night, y'all better have it.
Biggie, I get you locked like Biggie.
With herb in the spot, world [F#] hit E, the cop in the [C#m] kitty.
I'm the one, Biggie, panana, sexy brown [Em] thing.
[C#m] Madonga, make him turn over from the full court pressure.
The undresser, [F#] all over your [C#m] ass.
I ain't playin', knock it out at the wheel.
Y'all say it, [F#] what's the sense in [C#m] delayin'?
Tryna run G from the P to the A-M.
I saw your little [B] thing, now I'm swayin', [A] okay?
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Uh, uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
How [B] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [F#] for sure. _
[C#m] _ That's right, you drop hittin', tell me.
How [B] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [B] for sure. _
How we [D#] do?
[A] _ Yeah.
Nah nah.
_ _ [F#] _ [A] Uh.
_ [C#m] Come on.
With a pop race yourself is a rider on top, close your eyes as you [F#] ride, right out your
sock, [C#m] don't lose your mind as you grind in the bumble.
Wanna give me the cash he made off his last bundle?
Nasty girl, won't pass me the world.
I push the [C#] beat, not the backseat girl.
[A] Don't need deep throat to see, [C#m] no, she broke.
And keeps the heat low.
Thumbs, we post to be the A's on three [C#] coats.
And [B] then we are bigger than [C#m] ego, y'all didn't need to beat those.
Smart, all I see is the pennies, that's all.
No shark in this year, raise it bigger.
Fifteen [C#] percent, make the whole world [C#m] sit up.
And take notice, not a takeover, y'all take quotas.
You gon' fuck my ass.
Uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
How [F#] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing for sure. _
_ That's right, you drop hits and tell me.
[F#] How nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the [C#] woolies rip.
One thing for sure.
I'm too loud, nappy as a wannabe.
You know, shake yo' [G#] ass in front of [C#m] me.
Before I take it in, tear your back out.
That shit, in half, this is the map, it's out.
Roll up a line, uh, dripped in Gabbana.
Nineties [G#] style, refining [C#m] style.
Run away, so fit, wanna taste this shit?
Put me on the bass, then throw your face in it.
_ Nah, nah, y'all can't touch her.
My six [G#] drive all night like a [C#m] trucker.
Let alone the skills I possess.
Y'all gon' see by these mills I possess.
Never settle for less, I'm in excess.
Not [G#] inexpensive, DVS to the [F#] tilt.
That's just the way I'm built.
Nasty, woke, classy, stay.
[C#m] Uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
[F#] How nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [F#] for sure. _
[C#m] _ That's right, you drop hittin', tell me.
How [F#] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the [F#] hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing for sure.
[C#] You can hold what I [E] got, roll with the rock.
A fella capo when the [C#] candy apple drop.
Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop?
Can you throw it like a quarterback?
Third in the [C#m] night, y'all better have it.
Biggie, I get you locked like Biggie.
With herb in the spot, world [F#] hit E, the cop in the [C#m] kitty.
I'm the one, Biggie, panana, sexy brown [Em] thing.
[C#m] Madonga, make him turn over from the full court pressure.
The undresser, [F#] all over your [C#m] ass.
I ain't playin', knock it out at the wheel.
Y'all say it, [F#] what's the sense in [C#m] delayin'?
Tryna run G from the P to the A-M.
I saw your little [B] thing, now I'm swayin', [A] okay?
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Uh, uh, get up and get it y'all, drop hittin' the tailgate.
How [B] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [F#] for sure. _
[C#m] _ That's right, you drop hittin', tell me.
How [B] nasty can you get?
[C#m] All the way from the hood to your neck, and the woolies rip.
One thing [B] for sure. _