Chords for Hillbilly Homeboy
Tempo:
125.2 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
Gm
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Tim Daddy was a gangster rapper from the mean streets of Atlanta, Georgia, sitting on the
couch one day, watching BET Network, when suddenly his TV set went on the blank, and
he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing.
His life changed, and this is that young man's story.
He left the inner city and moved to the hills, traded in his crack pipe on a moonshine [E] still.
His gang bandana sure looked bad, but it's the only color that the bait store had.
No more Tupac Shakur or Biggie Smalls, [E] now it's cow manure on his overhalls, surrounded
by fiddles and a lot of George Jones.
Goodbye Puffy Cones!
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] your posse wants to know [A] what's up.
You [E] done dissed the sisters [A] in the West Coast crew [E] for some bubbles with a spit cup.
You [D] got a sad little crib [A] in the hillbilly hood, there [Gm] ain't no booty [A] calls back in the woods up.
Hillbilly homeboy, [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
[F] He's got curb feelers on a four-wheel drive, he's gonna look and taste [Eb] like Colt 45.
We hear you started [G] hanging with some hillbilly hoes, throwing engine block parties with a
bunch of jet rogues.
It's [E] hard to pump up the jam to Allison Krauss when there ain't no [D] electricity in the house.
[A] You can't bust a move to some [E] cricket sounds.
Goodbye Bobby Brown!
[D]
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] your posse wondering [A] where you at.
We [D] hear you jesting like air [A] from Poudreville.
And [Em] yo homie, what [E] up with that?
[D] Your grandmama misses [A] you so do we.
We're [E] thinking, damn, you must [A] be tripping, G.
[D]
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
It ain't easy being a fish out of water, is it G?
[E] Well, we'll help you load up the [A] old lowrider and head on back to the crib.
Tell your homies what's up, and y'all come see us, you hear?
Peace out!
[N]
couch one day, watching BET Network, when suddenly his TV set went on the blank, and
he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing.
His life changed, and this is that young man's story.
He left the inner city and moved to the hills, traded in his crack pipe on a moonshine [E] still.
His gang bandana sure looked bad, but it's the only color that the bait store had.
No more Tupac Shakur or Biggie Smalls, [E] now it's cow manure on his overhalls, surrounded
by fiddles and a lot of George Jones.
Goodbye Puffy Cones!
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] your posse wants to know [A] what's up.
You [E] done dissed the sisters [A] in the West Coast crew [E] for some bubbles with a spit cup.
You [D] got a sad little crib [A] in the hillbilly hood, there [Gm] ain't no booty [A] calls back in the woods up.
Hillbilly homeboy, [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
[F] He's got curb feelers on a four-wheel drive, he's gonna look and taste [Eb] like Colt 45.
We hear you started [G] hanging with some hillbilly hoes, throwing engine block parties with a
bunch of jet rogues.
It's [E] hard to pump up the jam to Allison Krauss when there ain't no [D] electricity in the house.
[A] You can't bust a move to some [E] cricket sounds.
Goodbye Bobby Brown!
[D]
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] your posse wondering [A] where you at.
We [D] hear you jesting like air [A] from Poudreville.
And [Em] yo homie, what [E] up with that?
[D] Your grandmama misses [A] you so do we.
We're [E] thinking, damn, you must [A] be tripping, G.
[D]
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
It ain't easy being a fish out of water, is it G?
[E] Well, we'll help you load up the [A] old lowrider and head on back to the crib.
Tell your homies what's up, and y'all come see us, you hear?
Peace out!
[N]
Key:
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E
D
Gm
F
A
E
D
_ _ _ Tim Daddy was a gangster rapper from the mean streets of Atlanta, Georgia, sitting on the
couch one day, watching BET Network, _ when suddenly his TV set went on the blank, and
he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing.
_ His life changed, and this is that young man's story. _ _
_ He left the inner city and moved to the hills, traded in his crack pipe on a moonshine [E] still.
His gang bandana sure looked bad, but it's the only color that the bait store had.
_ No more Tupac Shakur or Biggie Smalls, [E] now it's cow manure on his _ overhalls, surrounded
by fiddles and a lot of George Jones.
Goodbye Puffy _ Cones! _ _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ [E] your posse wants to know [A] what's up.
You [E] done dissed the sisters [A] in the West Coast crew [E] for some bubbles with a spit cup.
_ You [D] got a sad little crib [A] in the hillbilly hood, there [Gm] ain't no booty [A] calls back in the woods up. _
Hillbilly homeboy, _ _ _ [E] when you gonna come [A] back home? _ _ _ _
_ [F] He's got curb feelers on a four-wheel drive, he's gonna look and taste [Eb] like Colt 45.
We hear you started [G] hanging with some hillbilly hoes, throwing engine block parties with a
bunch of jet rogues.
_ _ It's [E] hard to pump up the jam to Allison Krauss when there ain't no [D] electricity in the house.
[A] You can't bust a move to some [E] cricket sounds.
Goodbye Bobby Brown!
_ _ [D] _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ [E] your posse wondering [A] where you at.
We [D] hear you jesting like air [A] from Poudreville.
And [Em] yo homie, what [E] up with that?
_ _ _ [D] Your grandmama misses [A] you so do we.
We're [E] thinking, damn, you must [A] be tripping, G.
_ [D] _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ _ [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
_ It ain't easy being a fish out of water, is it G?
_ [E] Well, we'll help you load up the [A] old lowrider and head on back to the crib. _
Tell your homies what's up, and y'all come see us, you hear?
_ _ Peace out!
_ _ [N] _ _
couch one day, watching BET Network, _ when suddenly his TV set went on the blank, and
he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing.
_ His life changed, and this is that young man's story. _ _
_ He left the inner city and moved to the hills, traded in his crack pipe on a moonshine [E] still.
His gang bandana sure looked bad, but it's the only color that the bait store had.
_ No more Tupac Shakur or Biggie Smalls, [E] now it's cow manure on his _ overhalls, surrounded
by fiddles and a lot of George Jones.
Goodbye Puffy _ Cones! _ _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ [E] your posse wants to know [A] what's up.
You [E] done dissed the sisters [A] in the West Coast crew [E] for some bubbles with a spit cup.
_ You [D] got a sad little crib [A] in the hillbilly hood, there [Gm] ain't no booty [A] calls back in the woods up. _
Hillbilly homeboy, _ _ _ [E] when you gonna come [A] back home? _ _ _ _
_ [F] He's got curb feelers on a four-wheel drive, he's gonna look and taste [Eb] like Colt 45.
We hear you started [G] hanging with some hillbilly hoes, throwing engine block parties with a
bunch of jet rogues.
_ _ It's [E] hard to pump up the jam to Allison Krauss when there ain't no [D] electricity in the house.
[A] You can't bust a move to some [E] cricket sounds.
Goodbye Bobby Brown!
_ _ [D] _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ [E] your posse wondering [A] where you at.
We [D] hear you jesting like air [A] from Poudreville.
And [Em] yo homie, what [E] up with that?
_ _ _ [D] Your grandmama misses [A] you so do we.
We're [E] thinking, damn, you must [A] be tripping, G.
_ [D] _ _
Hillbilly [A] homeboy, _ _ _ [E] when you gonna come [A] back home?
_ It ain't easy being a fish out of water, is it G?
_ [E] Well, we'll help you load up the [A] old lowrider and head on back to the crib. _
Tell your homies what's up, and y'all come see us, you hear?
_ _ Peace out!
_ _ [N] _ _