Chords for Joey Trap - Sesame Street (Extended Version)
Tempo:
130.15 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
C
F
Bb
Bbm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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Yeah, [C] yeah, ooh, [Eb] let me go, ay, [C] ooh, ay, [Bbm] I do it
Run [Gm] that bitch up like a track, mm, [B] run that bitch up like a track, mm
[Eb] Give me that pack and I might take that, mm, [C] she got a fatty, I [F] might take that, mm
[Eb] Give me your addy, we pullin' up to your pad and then we gon' put up [C] the rap and it go click-clack, mm
[Eb] I run that bitch like a bull with a splatter, she so mighty then I feel like, no
I got that pack in the box, it's a [C] McClonaghe, open it up and then seal it up, mm
I'm from the street, man, I feel like sesame, mm, all of you thought you [Bb] want to have sex with me, [Eb] mm
Whippin' and flippin', I know the recipe, remember, be a nigga but sleepin' and now you taste me, mm
She ride my dick like a skateboard, ooh, [E] I gave that bop, I don't date [Eb] horse, ooh
She give me Xanax, she might be dope, ooh, [C] I got my tutu, [Gm] ooh, deep, ooh, deep, ooh
Lit, I feel [Eb] this, I feel [C] that whip, I feel [F] shit, I feel piss [Eb] on my fist, ooh, [C] damn, it's a [Abm] bitch
I [B] fly like a bird, uh-huh, what you heard, uh-huh, Elmo, mm-mm, [Eb] big bird, I'm thirsty
You thirpy, mm, my suburb, [C] mm-mm, I don't know, [Bb] mm-mm, you scared
[Eb] I'm livin' like Grover, mama raised a soldier, [Db] you call a bird Nermy, put you in the cold
[Eb] Call up my nigga, we need like 10 of them, [C] look at my watch, it look [Bbm] like a Tennessee
[Eb] Pull up with niggas and when we fill up with trigger, we [G] finna pull out a lot like it's Thomas Edison
What I hear, you niggas dress like you Oscar, mm, [C] my foot that's a [F] Stoker posture
Pull up, we [Bb] smokin' and pistols and shootin', my niggas don't look [Eb] like they monsters, huh
One, uh-uh, uh [C]-uh, two, [F] uh-uh, uh [Eb]-uh, three, uh-uh, uh-uh
Bitches on my dick, let them count, okay, she don't want the funding, give me mouth
Okay, [C] I'ma run a trigger, [F] then her mouth, [Eb] yeah, I want the cookie like Cookie Monster
She [Abm] keep callin' me dad, but I'm not her father, [Eb] I put up with big birds when we get it poppin'
I [C] don't know none of these niggas, [Bb] but they been talkin' shit, and I'm on the street, man, I'm from the Central Mead
[C] All of these thotties, they want Central [Eb] Mead, said, whip, whip, and then flip it, I know the recipe
Remember [C] me, a nigga would sleep at [F] night, tell him he can't [Eb] sleep at night
Pimpin' bitch, [C] pimpin' whip, pimpin' shit, [Eb] okay
Bitch, I'm like Prince, she [C] like the diamonds, she [F] like the sick, okay
Run [Gm] that bitch up like a track, mm, [B] run that bitch up like a track, mm
[Eb] Give me that pack and I might take that, mm, [C] she got a fatty, I [F] might take that, mm
[Eb] Give me your addy, we pullin' up to your pad and then we gon' put up [C] the rap and it go click-clack, mm
[Eb] I run that bitch like a bull with a splatter, she so mighty then I feel like, no
I got that pack in the box, it's a [C] McClonaghe, open it up and then seal it up, mm
I'm from the street, man, I feel like sesame, mm, all of you thought you [Bb] want to have sex with me, [Eb] mm
Whippin' and flippin', I know the recipe, remember, be a nigga but sleepin' and now you taste me, mm
She ride my dick like a skateboard, ooh, [E] I gave that bop, I don't date [Eb] horse, ooh
She give me Xanax, she might be dope, ooh, [C] I got my tutu, [Gm] ooh, deep, ooh, deep, ooh
Lit, I feel [Eb] this, I feel [C] that whip, I feel [F] shit, I feel piss [Eb] on my fist, ooh, [C] damn, it's a [Abm] bitch
I [B] fly like a bird, uh-huh, what you heard, uh-huh, Elmo, mm-mm, [Eb] big bird, I'm thirsty
You thirpy, mm, my suburb, [C] mm-mm, I don't know, [Bb] mm-mm, you scared
[Eb] I'm livin' like Grover, mama raised a soldier, [Db] you call a bird Nermy, put you in the cold
[Eb] Call up my nigga, we need like 10 of them, [C] look at my watch, it look [Bbm] like a Tennessee
[Eb] Pull up with niggas and when we fill up with trigger, we [G] finna pull out a lot like it's Thomas Edison
What I hear, you niggas dress like you Oscar, mm, [C] my foot that's a [F] Stoker posture
Pull up, we [Bb] smokin' and pistols and shootin', my niggas don't look [Eb] like they monsters, huh
One, uh-uh, uh [C]-uh, two, [F] uh-uh, uh [Eb]-uh, three, uh-uh, uh-uh
Bitches on my dick, let them count, okay, she don't want the funding, give me mouth
Okay, [C] I'ma run a trigger, [F] then her mouth, [Eb] yeah, I want the cookie like Cookie Monster
She [Abm] keep callin' me dad, but I'm not her father, [Eb] I put up with big birds when we get it poppin'
I [C] don't know none of these niggas, [Bb] but they been talkin' shit, and I'm on the street, man, I'm from the Central Mead
[C] All of these thotties, they want Central [Eb] Mead, said, whip, whip, and then flip it, I know the recipe
Remember [C] me, a nigga would sleep at [F] night, tell him he can't [Eb] sleep at night
Pimpin' bitch, [C] pimpin' whip, pimpin' shit, [Eb] okay
Bitch, I'm like Prince, she [C] like the diamonds, she [F] like the sick, okay
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Bb
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Yeah, _ _ [C] yeah, ooh, [Eb] let me go, ay, _ [C] ooh, ay, [Bbm] I do it
Run [Gm] that bitch up like a track, mm, [B] run that bitch up like a track, mm
[Eb] Give me that pack and I might take that, mm, [C] she got a fatty, I [F] might take that, mm
[Eb] Give me your addy, we pullin' up to your pad and then we gon' put up [C] the rap and it go click-clack, mm
[Eb] I run that bitch like a bull with a splatter, she so mighty then I feel like, no
I got that pack in the box, it's a [C] McClonaghe, open it up and then seal it up, mm
I'm from the street, man, I feel like sesame, mm, all of you thought you [Bb] want to have sex with me, [Eb] mm
Whippin' and flippin', I know the recipe, remember, be a nigga but sleepin' and now you taste me, mm
She ride my dick like a skateboard, ooh, [E] I gave that bop, I don't date [Eb] horse, ooh
She give me Xanax, she might be dope, ooh, [C] I got my tutu, [Gm] ooh, deep, ooh, deep, ooh
Lit, I feel [Eb] this, I feel [C] that whip, I feel [F] shit, I feel piss [Eb] on my fist, ooh, [C] damn, it's a [Abm] bitch
I [B] fly like a bird, uh-huh, what you heard, uh-huh, Elmo, mm-mm, [Eb] big bird, I'm thirsty
You thirpy, mm, my suburb, [C] mm-mm, I don't know, [Bb] mm-mm, you scared
[Eb] I'm livin' like Grover, mama raised a soldier, [Db] you call a bird Nermy, put you in the cold
[Eb] Call up my nigga, we need like 10 of them, [C] look at my watch, it look [Bbm] like a Tennessee
[Eb] Pull up with niggas and when we fill up with trigger, we [G] finna pull out a lot like it's Thomas Edison
What I hear, you niggas dress like you Oscar, mm, [C] my foot that's a [F] Stoker posture
Pull up, we [Bb] smokin' and pistols and shootin', my niggas don't look [Eb] like they monsters, huh
One, uh-uh, uh [C]-uh, two, [F] uh-uh, uh [Eb]-uh, three, uh-uh, uh-uh
Bitches on my dick, let them count, okay, she don't want the funding, give me mouth
Okay, [C] I'ma run a trigger, [F] then her mouth, [Eb] yeah, I want the cookie like Cookie Monster
She [Abm] keep callin' me dad, but I'm not her father, [Eb] I put up with big birds when we get it poppin'
I [C] don't know none of these niggas, [Bb] but they been talkin' shit, and I'm on the street, man, I'm from the Central Mead
[C] All of these thotties, they want Central [Eb] Mead, said, whip, whip, and then flip it, I know the recipe
Remember [C] me, a nigga would sleep at [F] night, tell him he can't [Eb] sleep at night
Pimpin' bitch, [C] pimpin' whip, pimpin' shit, [Eb] okay
Bitch, I'm like Prince, she [C] like the diamonds, she [F] like the sick, okay
Run [Gm] that bitch up like a track, mm, [B] run that bitch up like a track, mm
[Eb] Give me that pack and I might take that, mm, [C] she got a fatty, I [F] might take that, mm
[Eb] Give me your addy, we pullin' up to your pad and then we gon' put up [C] the rap and it go click-clack, mm
[Eb] I run that bitch like a bull with a splatter, she so mighty then I feel like, no
I got that pack in the box, it's a [C] McClonaghe, open it up and then seal it up, mm
I'm from the street, man, I feel like sesame, mm, all of you thought you [Bb] want to have sex with me, [Eb] mm
Whippin' and flippin', I know the recipe, remember, be a nigga but sleepin' and now you taste me, mm
She ride my dick like a skateboard, ooh, [E] I gave that bop, I don't date [Eb] horse, ooh
She give me Xanax, she might be dope, ooh, [C] I got my tutu, [Gm] ooh, deep, ooh, deep, ooh
Lit, I feel [Eb] this, I feel [C] that whip, I feel [F] shit, I feel piss [Eb] on my fist, ooh, [C] damn, it's a [Abm] bitch
I [B] fly like a bird, uh-huh, what you heard, uh-huh, Elmo, mm-mm, [Eb] big bird, I'm thirsty
You thirpy, mm, my suburb, [C] mm-mm, I don't know, [Bb] mm-mm, you scared
[Eb] I'm livin' like Grover, mama raised a soldier, [Db] you call a bird Nermy, put you in the cold
[Eb] Call up my nigga, we need like 10 of them, [C] look at my watch, it look [Bbm] like a Tennessee
[Eb] Pull up with niggas and when we fill up with trigger, we [G] finna pull out a lot like it's Thomas Edison
What I hear, you niggas dress like you Oscar, mm, [C] my foot that's a [F] Stoker posture
Pull up, we [Bb] smokin' and pistols and shootin', my niggas don't look [Eb] like they monsters, huh
One, uh-uh, uh [C]-uh, two, [F] uh-uh, uh [Eb]-uh, three, uh-uh, uh-uh
Bitches on my dick, let them count, okay, she don't want the funding, give me mouth
Okay, [C] I'ma run a trigger, [F] then her mouth, [Eb] yeah, I want the cookie like Cookie Monster
She [Abm] keep callin' me dad, but I'm not her father, [Eb] I put up with big birds when we get it poppin'
I [C] don't know none of these niggas, [Bb] but they been talkin' shit, and I'm on the street, man, I'm from the Central Mead
[C] All of these thotties, they want Central [Eb] Mead, said, whip, whip, and then flip it, I know the recipe
Remember [C] me, a nigga would sleep at [F] night, tell him he can't [Eb] sleep at night
Pimpin' bitch, [C] pimpin' whip, pimpin' shit, [Eb] okay
Bitch, I'm like Prince, she [C] like the diamonds, she [F] like the sick, okay