Chords for Joey Purp - Don't Stop
Tempo:
117.35 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
F#
G
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Some of [F#m] that real shit, nigga.
[G] Young Purple, save money, y'all.
[F#] Unh.
Shot 10.
Where the conflict be crucial, that's where we [F#m] are.
Where the GDs and the BDs and the BRs and the DRs.
Send yo ass to the DR, need a MD, don't tempt me.
Catch [F#] y'all for y'all free R's.
Play [F#m] basketball with y'all fiends, so I [G] pass it off for my breed.
Knowing my brothers died in the same land that I feed on.
[F#] It's only me that I lean on, so
[F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
A block of blockers leave blocks vacant.
Won't probably notice, but at proper profit,
[F#] your parents passed, I'd be probably bogus.
Your parents [G] faster than parrots talking on top of shoulders,
cause your private property [F#] wants that pirate ship against the surface.
And cannons loose around us, and live flutes around us.
[F#m] Mothers, they never knew us.
Gutters is where they found us.
But hereby notice, [C#] the sovereign soldiers may hit the streets patrolling, and they never pay us attention.
[F#m] No wonder why we tolling them [G] ayatollah, but rolling up a half a zip.
Rolling off a half a [F#] flat, and Daniel Jackson half a fip.
Eating at the devil's diner, have a sit or have a seat or have a set.
I see [F#m] the future, half a beat, half a step, believe you weak when shoes are made from problems [C#] past.
Past problems rumble, what's the jungle but a [F#] lion's grass?
Probably [F#m] trying to holler at a dollar, [G] best ask the grass.
Turtle time, have a glass.
All these [F#] niggas beef us, found it corny with they cabbage hats.
Flying paragraphs, grass, butter, stars, clouds, where you land?
Tell the tale of [F#m] planets past, dinosaurs, the modern man.
Shooters in the caravan, cock a plaque and block a [C#] blocker.
Leave you like, where you [F#m] stand, but that's the
[G] Starter, all that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Young Purple, [F#m] say my name.
New player in a new game, despite the fact, [C#] cats calling us all the [F#m] new tank.
Shark niggas [G] still eating all off of my crew's name.
I guess that's just what happens [F#] when you on top of the food tank.
Call me Young [F#m] Purple Pippin, I hit the kitchen with six bitches that knew the dishes.
My interventions are intermissions to intuition.
This little mission gonna be complete in a little [F#] minute.
Until [F#m] then, just listen, [G] some of that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Give me a chance to hide these niggas out without a deal.
Niggas handing tapes out, swearing they [F#m] shit be hot for real.
Went from zero to [C#] sixty and I ain't even got the will.
Feeling like an early Drizzy, nigga, shouts [F#m] to Millie Mill.
[G] Tell them who said, hold up, this whole game concept [F#] ended as soon as I showed up.
But even if it is shots that you wanna throw up,
you better be sipping more than Gatorade when [F#m] you pour up.
Sipping water, I'm off the cola.
[C#] Sipping water, I'm off [F#] the cola.
Youngest in the [G] game, I must be sounding like Yoda,
but these flights be the Jedi, [F#] red-eyed while you roll up.
It's been a while since I rolled up, so watch how you twisting your fingers and [F#m] what you throw up.
Besides the fact, your lady love is slobbing on my totem.
Everybody's spitting sick, [F#] your mouth smelling [F#m] like throw up.
[G] No deal, niggas can't deal with me.
[F#] No ice, niggas can't chill with me.
And on the [F#m] realest of reels, it can get real iffy,
cause the same wild niggas I grew up with is still with me.
And that's just real shit, nigga.
[F#] [F#m] It's real shit, nigga.
[G] Fuck all that lil' shit, nigga.
[F#] Say money out.
[F#m] I'm perfect.
[C#] [F#m] [G]
[F#] Some of [F#m] that real shit, nigga.
[G] Young Purple, save money, y'all.
[F#] Unh.
Shot 10.
Where the conflict be crucial, that's where we [F#m] are.
Where the GDs and the BDs and the BRs and the DRs.
Send yo ass to the DR, need a MD, don't tempt me.
Catch [F#] y'all for y'all free R's.
Play [F#m] basketball with y'all fiends, so I [G] pass it off for my breed.
Knowing my brothers died in the same land that I feed on.
[F#] It's only me that I lean on, so
[F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
A block of blockers leave blocks vacant.
Won't probably notice, but at proper profit,
[F#] your parents passed, I'd be probably bogus.
Your parents [G] faster than parrots talking on top of shoulders,
cause your private property [F#] wants that pirate ship against the surface.
And cannons loose around us, and live flutes around us.
[F#m] Mothers, they never knew us.
Gutters is where they found us.
But hereby notice, [C#] the sovereign soldiers may hit the streets patrolling, and they never pay us attention.
[F#m] No wonder why we tolling them [G] ayatollah, but rolling up a half a zip.
Rolling off a half a [F#] flat, and Daniel Jackson half a fip.
Eating at the devil's diner, have a sit or have a seat or have a set.
I see [F#m] the future, half a beat, half a step, believe you weak when shoes are made from problems [C#] past.
Past problems rumble, what's the jungle but a [F#] lion's grass?
Probably [F#m] trying to holler at a dollar, [G] best ask the grass.
Turtle time, have a glass.
All these [F#] niggas beef us, found it corny with they cabbage hats.
Flying paragraphs, grass, butter, stars, clouds, where you land?
Tell the tale of [F#m] planets past, dinosaurs, the modern man.
Shooters in the caravan, cock a plaque and block a [C#] blocker.
Leave you like, where you [F#m] stand, but that's the
[G] Starter, all that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Young Purple, [F#m] say my name.
New player in a new game, despite the fact, [C#] cats calling us all the [F#m] new tank.
Shark niggas [G] still eating all off of my crew's name.
I guess that's just what happens [F#] when you on top of the food tank.
Call me Young [F#m] Purple Pippin, I hit the kitchen with six bitches that knew the dishes.
My interventions are intermissions to intuition.
This little mission gonna be complete in a little [F#] minute.
Until [F#m] then, just listen, [G] some of that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Give me a chance to hide these niggas out without a deal.
Niggas handing tapes out, swearing they [F#m] shit be hot for real.
Went from zero to [C#] sixty and I ain't even got the will.
Feeling like an early Drizzy, nigga, shouts [F#m] to Millie Mill.
[G] Tell them who said, hold up, this whole game concept [F#] ended as soon as I showed up.
But even if it is shots that you wanna throw up,
you better be sipping more than Gatorade when [F#m] you pour up.
Sipping water, I'm off the cola.
[C#] Sipping water, I'm off [F#] the cola.
Youngest in the [G] game, I must be sounding like Yoda,
but these flights be the Jedi, [F#] red-eyed while you roll up.
It's been a while since I rolled up, so watch how you twisting your fingers and [F#m] what you throw up.
Besides the fact, your lady love is slobbing on my totem.
Everybody's spitting sick, [F#] your mouth smelling [F#m] like throw up.
[G] No deal, niggas can't deal with me.
[F#] No ice, niggas can't chill with me.
And on the [F#m] realest of reels, it can get real iffy,
cause the same wild niggas I grew up with is still with me.
And that's just real shit, nigga.
[F#] [F#m] It's real shit, nigga.
[G] Fuck all that lil' shit, nigga.
[F#] Say money out.
[F#m] I'm perfect.
[C#] [F#m] [G]
Key:
F#m
F#
G
C#
F#m
F#
G
C#
_ _ _ [F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
[F#] Some of [F#m] that real shit, nigga.
[G] Young Purple, save money, y'all.
[F#] Unh.
_ _ Shot 10.
Where the conflict be crucial, that's where we [F#m] are.
Where the GDs and the BDs and the BRs and the DRs.
Send yo ass to the DR, need a MD, don't tempt me.
Catch [F#] y'all for y'all free R's.
Play [F#m] basketball with y'all fiends, so I [G] pass it off for my breed.
Knowing my brothers died in the same land that I feed on.
[F#] It's only me that I lean on, so_ _
[F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
A _ _ block of blockers leave blocks vacant.
Won't probably notice, but at proper profit,
[F#] your parents passed, I'd be probably bogus.
Your parents [G] faster than parrots talking on top of shoulders,
cause your private property [F#] wants that pirate ship against the surface.
And cannons loose around us, and live flutes around us.
[F#m] Mothers, they never knew us.
Gutters is where they found us.
But hereby notice, [C#] the sovereign soldiers may hit the streets patrolling, and they never pay us attention.
[F#m] No wonder why we tolling them [G] ayatollah, but rolling up a half a zip.
Rolling off a half a [F#] flat, and Daniel Jackson half a fip.
Eating at the devil's diner, have a sit or have a seat or have a set.
I see [F#m] the future, half a beat, half a step, believe you weak when shoes are made from problems [C#] past.
Past problems rumble, what's the jungle but a [F#] lion's grass?
Probably [F#m] trying to holler at a dollar, [G] best ask the grass.
Turtle time, have a glass.
All these [F#] niggas beef us, found it corny with they cabbage hats.
Flying paragraphs, grass, butter, stars, clouds, where you land?
Tell the tale of [F#m] planets past, dinosaurs, the modern man.
Shooters in the caravan, cock a plaque and block a [C#] blocker.
Leave you like, where you [F#m] stand, but that's the_
_ [G] Starter, all that real shit, nigga.
_ [F#] _ _ Young Purple, [F#m] _ _ say my name. _ _ _
_ _ New player in a new game, despite the fact, [C#] cats calling us all the [F#m] new tank.
Shark niggas [G] still eating all off of my crew's name.
I guess that's just what happens [F#] when you on top of the food tank.
Call me Young [F#m] Purple Pippin, I hit the kitchen with six bitches that knew the dishes.
My interventions are intermissions to intuition.
This little mission gonna be complete in a little [F#] minute.
Until [F#m] then, just listen, _ [G] some of that real shit, nigga.
_ [F#] _ _ Give me a chance to hide these niggas out without a deal.
Niggas handing tapes out, swearing they [F#m] shit be hot for real.
Went from zero to [C#] sixty and I ain't even got the will.
Feeling like an early Drizzy, nigga, shouts [F#m] to Millie Mill.
_ [G] Tell them who said, hold up, this whole game concept [F#] ended as soon as I showed up.
But even if it is shots that you wanna throw up,
you better be sipping more than Gatorade when [F#m] you pour up.
Sipping water, I'm off the cola. _
[C#] Sipping water, I'm off [F#] the cola.
Youngest in the [G] game, I must be sounding like Yoda,
but these flights be the Jedi, [F#] red-eyed while you roll up. _
It's been a while since I rolled up, so watch how you twisting your fingers and [F#m] what you throw up.
Besides the fact, your lady love is slobbing on my totem.
Everybody's spitting sick, [F#] your mouth smelling [F#m] like throw up.
_ [G] No deal, niggas can't deal with me.
_ [F#] No ice, niggas can't chill with me.
And on the [F#m] realest of reels, it can get real iffy,
cause the same wild niggas I grew up with is still with me.
_ _ And that's just real shit, nigga.
[F#] _ [F#m] It's real shit, nigga.
[G] Fuck all that lil' shit, nigga.
[F#] Say money out. _ _
[F#m] I'm perfect. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[F#] Some of [F#m] that real shit, nigga.
[G] Young Purple, save money, y'all.
[F#] Unh.
_ _ Shot 10.
Where the conflict be crucial, that's where we [F#m] are.
Where the GDs and the BDs and the BRs and the DRs.
Send yo ass to the DR, need a MD, don't tempt me.
Catch [F#] y'all for y'all free R's.
Play [F#m] basketball with y'all fiends, so I [G] pass it off for my breed.
Knowing my brothers died in the same land that I feed on.
[F#] It's only me that I lean on, so_ _
[F#m] Some of that real shit, nigga.
A _ _ block of blockers leave blocks vacant.
Won't probably notice, but at proper profit,
[F#] your parents passed, I'd be probably bogus.
Your parents [G] faster than parrots talking on top of shoulders,
cause your private property [F#] wants that pirate ship against the surface.
And cannons loose around us, and live flutes around us.
[F#m] Mothers, they never knew us.
Gutters is where they found us.
But hereby notice, [C#] the sovereign soldiers may hit the streets patrolling, and they never pay us attention.
[F#m] No wonder why we tolling them [G] ayatollah, but rolling up a half a zip.
Rolling off a half a [F#] flat, and Daniel Jackson half a fip.
Eating at the devil's diner, have a sit or have a seat or have a set.
I see [F#m] the future, half a beat, half a step, believe you weak when shoes are made from problems [C#] past.
Past problems rumble, what's the jungle but a [F#] lion's grass?
Probably [F#m] trying to holler at a dollar, [G] best ask the grass.
Turtle time, have a glass.
All these [F#] niggas beef us, found it corny with they cabbage hats.
Flying paragraphs, grass, butter, stars, clouds, where you land?
Tell the tale of [F#m] planets past, dinosaurs, the modern man.
Shooters in the caravan, cock a plaque and block a [C#] blocker.
Leave you like, where you [F#m] stand, but that's the_
_ [G] Starter, all that real shit, nigga.
_ [F#] _ _ Young Purple, [F#m] _ _ say my name. _ _ _
_ _ New player in a new game, despite the fact, [C#] cats calling us all the [F#m] new tank.
Shark niggas [G] still eating all off of my crew's name.
I guess that's just what happens [F#] when you on top of the food tank.
Call me Young [F#m] Purple Pippin, I hit the kitchen with six bitches that knew the dishes.
My interventions are intermissions to intuition.
This little mission gonna be complete in a little [F#] minute.
Until [F#m] then, just listen, _ [G] some of that real shit, nigga.
_ [F#] _ _ Give me a chance to hide these niggas out without a deal.
Niggas handing tapes out, swearing they [F#m] shit be hot for real.
Went from zero to [C#] sixty and I ain't even got the will.
Feeling like an early Drizzy, nigga, shouts [F#m] to Millie Mill.
_ [G] Tell them who said, hold up, this whole game concept [F#] ended as soon as I showed up.
But even if it is shots that you wanna throw up,
you better be sipping more than Gatorade when [F#m] you pour up.
Sipping water, I'm off the cola. _
[C#] Sipping water, I'm off [F#] the cola.
Youngest in the [G] game, I must be sounding like Yoda,
but these flights be the Jedi, [F#] red-eyed while you roll up. _
It's been a while since I rolled up, so watch how you twisting your fingers and [F#m] what you throw up.
Besides the fact, your lady love is slobbing on my totem.
Everybody's spitting sick, [F#] your mouth smelling [F#m] like throw up.
_ [G] No deal, niggas can't deal with me.
_ [F#] No ice, niggas can't chill with me.
And on the [F#m] realest of reels, it can get real iffy,
cause the same wild niggas I grew up with is still with me.
_ _ And that's just real shit, nigga.
[F#] _ [F#m] It's real shit, nigga.
[G] Fuck all that lil' shit, nigga.
[F#] Say money out. _ _
[F#m] I'm perfect. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _