Just Another Day Chords by The Game, Asia Bryant
Tempo:
86.05 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
C
Ab
Cm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
It's Motherf [E] [Gm]
[C] [Gm]-
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it?
That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip it to the niggas store
Nine in my cash, he's quick trying to get at me
My red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap, he been shot by a stab
Chased home, socked out, jabbed by essays
Cops degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas with enemies
Dome shots like Kennedy, slugs stripping with Hennessy
Got murderous titties
Don't know where the fuck they got me from
I'm on the score safety when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask [Cm] your baby mama shit, tell [Gm] you how her blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre
Wait, I never left
Run up in beats, bitch, pass the safe
Cops, produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still [Ab] smoking, Dre, we need a [Gm] ceiling in this motherfucker
Cops, they killing in this motherfucker
They drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the doors, they stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hutt City, no flies on
Nigga, pull out [Ab] burners, start breaking like [Gm] turdborn
I'm in the no-zone, crack themes on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles layin'
Switch blakes, see if you bitch made, put chili all on your fiddle lays
Where we dream of my seagull bay, but all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops [Cm] meet, go bang bang, these blood [Gm] stains on the concrete
I'm the only nigga bumpin' mob deep
Cause I mob deep in that side street
Cause I'm a west side rider
Nigga got some collars, don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on road strands with a clock in both hands
[C] Let me know that bro hand
I'm [Gm] in the zone again
The thrill is high
Know somebody's watching
But I don't know [C] why
[Gm] Feel the fire burning
It touches the sky
Feel it coming at you
I won't lie
So I get by
I get by
[G] [Ab] I [Gm]
get by
I get by
[G] Cause it's just another day in Compton
[C] [Gm]-
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it?
That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip it to the niggas store
Nine in my cash, he's quick trying to get at me
My red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap, he been shot by a stab
Chased home, socked out, jabbed by essays
Cops degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas with enemies
Dome shots like Kennedy, slugs stripping with Hennessy
Got murderous titties
Don't know where the fuck they got me from
I'm on the score safety when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask [Cm] your baby mama shit, tell [Gm] you how her blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre
Wait, I never left
Run up in beats, bitch, pass the safe
Cops, produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still [Ab] smoking, Dre, we need a [Gm] ceiling in this motherfucker
Cops, they killing in this motherfucker
They drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the doors, they stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hutt City, no flies on
Nigga, pull out [Ab] burners, start breaking like [Gm] turdborn
I'm in the no-zone, crack themes on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles layin'
Switch blakes, see if you bitch made, put chili all on your fiddle lays
Where we dream of my seagull bay, but all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops [Cm] meet, go bang bang, these blood [Gm] stains on the concrete
I'm the only nigga bumpin' mob deep
Cause I mob deep in that side street
Cause I'm a west side rider
Nigga got some collars, don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on road strands with a clock in both hands
[C] Let me know that bro hand
I'm [Gm] in the zone again
The thrill is high
Know somebody's watching
But I don't know [C] why
[Gm] Feel the fire burning
It touches the sky
Feel it coming at you
I won't lie
So I get by
I get by
[G] [Ab] I [Gm]
get by
I get by
[G] Cause it's just another day in Compton
Key:
Gm
C
Ab
Cm
G
Gm
C
Ab
_ _ _ It's Motherf [E] _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm]-
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it?
That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip it to the niggas store
Nine in my cash, he's quick trying to get at me
My red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap, he been shot by a stab
Chased home, socked out, jabbed by essays
Cops degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas with enemies
Dome shots like Kennedy, slugs stripping with Hennessy
Got murderous titties
Don't know where the fuck they got me from
I'm on the score safety when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask [Cm] your baby mama shit, tell [Gm] you how her blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre
Wait, I never left
Run up in beats, bitch, pass the safe
Cops, produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still [Ab] smoking, Dre, we need a [Gm] ceiling in this motherfucker
Cops, they killing in this motherfucker
They drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the doors, they stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hutt City, no flies on
Nigga, pull out [Ab] burners, start breaking like [Gm] turdborn
I'm in the no-zone, crack themes on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles layin'
Switch blakes, see if you bitch made, put chili all on your fiddle lays
Where we dream of my seagull bay, but all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops [Cm] meet, go bang bang, these blood [Gm] stains on the concrete
I'm the only nigga bumpin' mob deep
Cause I mob deep in that side street
Cause I'm a west side rider
Nigga got some collars, don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on road strands with a clock in both hands
[C] Let me know that bro hand
I'm [Gm] in the zone again
The thrill is high
Know somebody's watching
But I don't know [C] why
[Gm] Feel the fire burning
It touches the sky
Feel it coming at you
I won't lie
So I get by _ _ _ _ _
I get by
[G] _ _ [Ab] I _ [Gm]
get by
_ I _ get by
_ [G] Cause it's just another day in Compton
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ [Gm]-
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it?
That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip it to the niggas store
Nine in my cash, he's quick trying to get at me
My red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap, he been shot by a stab
Chased home, socked out, jabbed by essays
Cops degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas with enemies
Dome shots like Kennedy, slugs stripping with Hennessy
Got murderous titties
Don't know where the fuck they got me from
I'm on the score safety when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask [Cm] your baby mama shit, tell [Gm] you how her blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre
Wait, I never left
Run up in beats, bitch, pass the safe
Cops, produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still [Ab] smoking, Dre, we need a [Gm] ceiling in this motherfucker
Cops, they killing in this motherfucker
They drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the doors, they stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hutt City, no flies on
Nigga, pull out [Ab] burners, start breaking like [Gm] turdborn
I'm in the no-zone, crack themes on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles layin'
Switch blakes, see if you bitch made, put chili all on your fiddle lays
Where we dream of my seagull bay, but all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops [Cm] meet, go bang bang, these blood [Gm] stains on the concrete
I'm the only nigga bumpin' mob deep
Cause I mob deep in that side street
Cause I'm a west side rider
Nigga got some collars, don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on road strands with a clock in both hands
[C] Let me know that bro hand
I'm [Gm] in the zone again
The thrill is high
Know somebody's watching
But I don't know [C] why
[Gm] Feel the fire burning
It touches the sky
Feel it coming at you
I won't lie
So I get by _ _ _ _ _
I get by
[G] _ _ [Ab] I _ [Gm]
get by
_ I _ get by
_ [G] Cause it's just another day in Compton