Chords for Masicka - Grandfather (Official Video)
Tempo:
96.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
F#
C#
Gm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[F#] [C#]
[Bm] [D] [F#] I love you, I promise you, I will [Bm] go to your friend's house.
Go!
[C#]
[Bm] Oh [Gm] boy.
[Bm] Hear me askin' my grandson?
Yes, grandfather.
I want to show you badness [B] workin' in my time.
[Bm] You do things different, you see.
Watch your style.
I'm going to show you how to deal with people.
[B]
[Bm] You hear that?
[Gm] Look here.
[Bm] Informer dem, so dem talk plenty.
Lift up the bellies of the beast, which is a half-century.
Make a juvie bust him, it'll be in the past twenty.
Minds a [F#] rip up a booty, bust up a [Bm] half-century.
We full a metal like a welder, we no do carpentry.
Bull a dem a tunnel, mount a back up on this house, empty.
Solid that a lick in a furry, then a fall gently.
Man a [F#] drop and gonna carry him away, [Bm] half-century.
Short man, walk him with a spinner, but a raw century.
So the juvenile dem say, if you not got him, no wild shot.
Jive him up, cause war on dem, see.
It's a big man a ball, nobody can't help me.
Gun man a ball, fi jato this a clock, healthy.
Boy think for dem sake, cause dem ball wealthy.
Wanna see him bind up a pussy, go on, temper it.
Furry [F#] dem around this summer, some [Bm] past century.
My grandson, when a boy shot four years sick.
Strap with a hole 14, back to basic.
Chigger up it, and the pussy miss, but me brace it.
Long kill now, [F#] me give the cop fi [Bm] taste it.
Gun bag here, and get enough trap, me place it.
Me a murderer as out, without the place it.
Guns out, ya see dem house, ya go shake it.
Family ya run [F#] up and down, dem a fi stay [Bm] afiq.
Grandson, you hear dem talking about the K-Kick?
Yeah.
About dem make brain fly like a spaceship?
Dem a go end up like Jack on the same ship.
Titanic [F#] sinking, no time to him [Bm] even.
So till your thing come here, your face a tough.
Till your growing, a the face a thing to rock.
Without the thousand man, dem freak, not a fuss.
And if a buck a one of you, you tell the boss, watcha.
A gun bag, dem just start do the loss.
You rough from buckle goob, a one pop, you know the stuff.
You go for go, and if men have the car, me hold the boss.
Me dress up like me going [F#] to work, a take me hold your fuss.
[Bm] Me pop it off, and not no pity.
Me do a toss, shake up the city.
Death is a must, and no kid a dem a lickin.
Easy fi plush, when you do the dust, or shake [F#] your nippy.
Bring dem to touch.
[Bm] Getting old now me yo, soon gone.
Load up the clip and keep your shoes on.
Before your boss a head, there's a two song.
Me know Jah will forgive you fi your few gone.
Get dem a shy boy, but it look on.
Dem a call to, the murder Jah be shoot on.
Hold this, me no put you up in a pool pon.
Go on run [F#] it off dem, I [F#m] promise you.
[N]
[F#] [C#]
[Bm] [D] [F#] I love you, I promise you, I will [Bm] go to your friend's house.
Go!
[C#]
[Bm] Oh [Gm] boy.
[Bm] Hear me askin' my grandson?
Yes, grandfather.
I want to show you badness [B] workin' in my time.
[Bm] You do things different, you see.
Watch your style.
I'm going to show you how to deal with people.
[B]
[Bm] You hear that?
[Gm] Look here.
[Bm] Informer dem, so dem talk plenty.
Lift up the bellies of the beast, which is a half-century.
Make a juvie bust him, it'll be in the past twenty.
Minds a [F#] rip up a booty, bust up a [Bm] half-century.
We full a metal like a welder, we no do carpentry.
Bull a dem a tunnel, mount a back up on this house, empty.
Solid that a lick in a furry, then a fall gently.
Man a [F#] drop and gonna carry him away, [Bm] half-century.
Short man, walk him with a spinner, but a raw century.
So the juvenile dem say, if you not got him, no wild shot.
Jive him up, cause war on dem, see.
It's a big man a ball, nobody can't help me.
Gun man a ball, fi jato this a clock, healthy.
Boy think for dem sake, cause dem ball wealthy.
Wanna see him bind up a pussy, go on, temper it.
Furry [F#] dem around this summer, some [Bm] past century.
My grandson, when a boy shot four years sick.
Strap with a hole 14, back to basic.
Chigger up it, and the pussy miss, but me brace it.
Long kill now, [F#] me give the cop fi [Bm] taste it.
Gun bag here, and get enough trap, me place it.
Me a murderer as out, without the place it.
Guns out, ya see dem house, ya go shake it.
Family ya run [F#] up and down, dem a fi stay [Bm] afiq.
Grandson, you hear dem talking about the K-Kick?
Yeah.
About dem make brain fly like a spaceship?
Dem a go end up like Jack on the same ship.
Titanic [F#] sinking, no time to him [Bm] even.
So till your thing come here, your face a tough.
Till your growing, a the face a thing to rock.
Without the thousand man, dem freak, not a fuss.
And if a buck a one of you, you tell the boss, watcha.
A gun bag, dem just start do the loss.
You rough from buckle goob, a one pop, you know the stuff.
You go for go, and if men have the car, me hold the boss.
Me dress up like me going [F#] to work, a take me hold your fuss.
[Bm] Me pop it off, and not no pity.
Me do a toss, shake up the city.
Death is a must, and no kid a dem a lickin.
Easy fi plush, when you do the dust, or shake [F#] your nippy.
Bring dem to touch.
[Bm] Getting old now me yo, soon gone.
Load up the clip and keep your shoes on.
Before your boss a head, there's a two song.
Me know Jah will forgive you fi your few gone.
Get dem a shy boy, but it look on.
Dem a call to, the murder Jah be shoot on.
Hold this, me no put you up in a pool pon.
Go on run [F#] it off dem, I [F#m] promise you.
[N]
Key:
Bm
F#
C#
Gm
B
Bm
F#
C#
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] I love you, I promise you, I will [Bm] go to your friend's house.
Go!
_ [C#] _ _ _
[Bm] Oh [Gm] boy.
_ [Bm] Hear me askin' my grandson?
Yes, grandfather.
_ I want to show you badness [B] workin' in my time.
[Bm] You do things different, you see.
_ Watch your style.
_ I'm going to show you how to deal with people.
[B] _
[Bm] You hear that?
[Gm] Look here.
_ [Bm] _ Informer dem, so dem talk plenty.
Lift up the bellies of the beast, which is a half-century.
Make a juvie bust him, it'll be in the past twenty.
Minds a [F#] rip up a booty, bust up a [Bm] half-century.
We full a metal like a welder, we no do carpentry.
Bull a dem a tunnel, mount a back up on this house, empty.
Solid that a lick in a furry, then a fall gently.
Man a [F#] drop and gonna carry him away, [Bm] half-century.
Short man, walk him with a spinner, but a raw century.
So the juvenile dem say, if you not got him, no wild shot.
Jive him up, cause war on dem, see.
It's a big man a ball, nobody can't help me.
Gun man a ball, fi jato this a clock, healthy.
Boy think for dem sake, cause dem ball wealthy.
Wanna see him bind up a pussy, go on, temper it.
Furry [F#] dem around this summer, some [Bm] past century.
My grandson, when a boy shot four years sick.
Strap with a hole 14, back to basic.
Chigger up it, and the pussy miss, but me brace it.
Long kill now, [F#] me give the cop fi [Bm] taste it.
Gun bag here, and get enough trap, me place it.
Me a murderer as out, without the place it.
Guns out, ya see dem house, ya go shake it.
Family ya run [F#] up and down, dem a fi stay [Bm] afiq.
Grandson, you hear dem talking about the K-Kick?
Yeah.
About dem make brain fly like a spaceship?
Dem a go end up like Jack on the same ship.
Titanic [F#] sinking, no time to him [Bm] even.
So till your thing come here, your face a tough.
Till your growing, a the face a thing to rock.
Without the thousand man, dem freak, not a fuss.
And if a buck a one of you, you tell the boss, watcha.
A gun bag, dem just start do the loss.
You rough from buckle goob, a one pop, you know the stuff.
You go for go, and if men have the car, me hold the boss.
Me dress up like me going [F#] to work, a take me hold your fuss.
[Bm] Me pop it off, and not no pity.
Me do a toss, shake up the city.
Death is a must, and no kid a dem a lickin.
Easy fi plush, when you do the dust, or shake [F#] your nippy.
Bring dem to touch.
[Bm] Getting old now me yo, soon gone.
Load up the clip and keep your shoes on.
Before your boss a head, there's a two song.
Me know Jah will forgive you fi your few gone.
Get dem a shy boy, but it look on.
Dem a call to, the murder Jah be shoot on.
Hold this, me no put you up in a pool pon.
Go on run [F#] it off dem, I [F#m] promise you. _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] I love you, I promise you, I will [Bm] go to your friend's house.
Go!
_ [C#] _ _ _
[Bm] Oh [Gm] boy.
_ [Bm] Hear me askin' my grandson?
Yes, grandfather.
_ I want to show you badness [B] workin' in my time.
[Bm] You do things different, you see.
_ Watch your style.
_ I'm going to show you how to deal with people.
[B] _
[Bm] You hear that?
[Gm] Look here.
_ [Bm] _ Informer dem, so dem talk plenty.
Lift up the bellies of the beast, which is a half-century.
Make a juvie bust him, it'll be in the past twenty.
Minds a [F#] rip up a booty, bust up a [Bm] half-century.
We full a metal like a welder, we no do carpentry.
Bull a dem a tunnel, mount a back up on this house, empty.
Solid that a lick in a furry, then a fall gently.
Man a [F#] drop and gonna carry him away, [Bm] half-century.
Short man, walk him with a spinner, but a raw century.
So the juvenile dem say, if you not got him, no wild shot.
Jive him up, cause war on dem, see.
It's a big man a ball, nobody can't help me.
Gun man a ball, fi jato this a clock, healthy.
Boy think for dem sake, cause dem ball wealthy.
Wanna see him bind up a pussy, go on, temper it.
Furry [F#] dem around this summer, some [Bm] past century.
My grandson, when a boy shot four years sick.
Strap with a hole 14, back to basic.
Chigger up it, and the pussy miss, but me brace it.
Long kill now, [F#] me give the cop fi [Bm] taste it.
Gun bag here, and get enough trap, me place it.
Me a murderer as out, without the place it.
Guns out, ya see dem house, ya go shake it.
Family ya run [F#] up and down, dem a fi stay [Bm] afiq.
Grandson, you hear dem talking about the K-Kick?
Yeah.
About dem make brain fly like a spaceship?
Dem a go end up like Jack on the same ship.
Titanic [F#] sinking, no time to him [Bm] even.
So till your thing come here, your face a tough.
Till your growing, a the face a thing to rock.
Without the thousand man, dem freak, not a fuss.
And if a buck a one of you, you tell the boss, watcha.
A gun bag, dem just start do the loss.
You rough from buckle goob, a one pop, you know the stuff.
You go for go, and if men have the car, me hold the boss.
Me dress up like me going [F#] to work, a take me hold your fuss.
[Bm] Me pop it off, and not no pity.
Me do a toss, shake up the city.
Death is a must, and no kid a dem a lickin.
Easy fi plush, when you do the dust, or shake [F#] your nippy.
Bring dem to touch.
[Bm] Getting old now me yo, soon gone.
Load up the clip and keep your shoes on.
Before your boss a head, there's a two song.
Me know Jah will forgive you fi your few gone.
Get dem a shy boy, but it look on.
Dem a call to, the murder Jah be shoot on.
Hold this, me no put you up in a pool pon.
Go on run [F#] it off dem, I [F#m] promise you. _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _