Chords for Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)
Tempo:
179.2 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Dm] Alright, fuck that shit, [Eb] word, word, fuck that [F] other shit, you know what I'm saying?
[C] do a little something like this, you know what I'm saying?
on this, keep it [F] on and on and on and [Bb] on and, you know what I'm [D] saying?
Grand Wizard, what is it like?
[Bb] You know what I'm saying?
Yo, gang.
for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners, Hennessy holders and old [F] school niggas, then I be dissin' them.
[C] Unofficial, that [D] mo' hoolie type, I dropped out of Cooley High, gas, [F] tobacco, cat, cube pie, jungle survival, [D] fuck who's the lava?
[C] do a little something like this, you know what I'm saying?
on this, keep it [F] on and on and on and [Bb] on and, you know what I'm [D] saying?
Grand Wizard, what is it like?
[Bb] You know what I'm saying?
Yo, gang.
for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners, Hennessy holders and old [F] school niggas, then I be dissin' them.
[C] Unofficial, that [D] mo' hoolie type, I dropped out of Cooley High, gas, [F] tobacco, cat, cube pie, jungle survival, [D] fuck who's the lava?
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_ _ [Dm] Alright, fuck that shit, [Eb] word, word, fuck that [F] other shit, you know what I'm saying?
We gon' [C] do a little something like this, you know what I'm saying?
[Eb] Stay up on this, keep it [F] on and on and on and [Bb] on and, you know what I'm [D] saying?
Big Nas, _ Grand Wizard, _ what is it like?
Ha!
[Bb] You know what I'm saying? _ _ _
Yo, gang.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners, Hennessy holders and old [F] school niggas, then I be dissin' them.
[C] Unofficial, that [D] mo' hoolie type, I dropped out of Cooley High, gas, [F] tobacco, cat, cube pie, jungle survival, [D] fuck who's the lava?
My man put the [Eb] battery in my [F] back, a difference for manitizer, [C] sentence begins a dented.
Rhyme formality, my duration's infinite, [F] money, wiser physiology, _
[C] poetry, that's a [D] part of me.
Retardedly bought, I dropped an inch and manifested [Dm] hip hop, straight off the block, I'm [Bb] reminiscin' Paul Chance.
[D] My man was shot for a sheep coat, chocolate, less than eight, we see him droppin' my weed [Bb] smoke.
It's real cool, I'm for twife life, the times of white lungs, the high fives, murderous [F] night times, the night fights and bright [C] crimes.
Chill on the [D] block with carniac, old strap, with my [Eb] pieces in the [F] dark, money market interact.
[C] No sign of the beast [D] in my blue Chrysler, I guess that means [Eb] peace for niggas, no shite, Steve Weiss to this [Bb] snipe, yo.
Start off the [D] dice roll and match for crap, to see law, what's our bet?
So roll the dice, count the [Bb] below.
Peace, peace, Lord, now this shit is explained, I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane.
It's like _ _ _ that, [Eb] y'all.
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[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] One for the [D] money, two for a pussy and four in calls, three for Alice, [F] eight niggas deceased up behind bars.
[C] I rap the vanguard, [D] check that prognosis, it's a feller [Dm] showbiz, more window [F] faces, shootout, drug overdoses, [Bb] live amongst the roses.
[D] Only the drama, for real, a nickel [D] plate is my fate, [F] my medicine is the conjure, [C] here's my faces, my [D] razor embraces many faces.
Your telephone, [F] long blacks, this is a bad you [Bb] acin', people's a petrol, [D] dramatic, automatic, cold fall, I let blow.
And [F] back down, po-po, when I'm exo, [Bb] my pen taps the [D] paper, then my brains blink.
I see dark streets, celib brothers who keep the same rank, pumper for something.
Some are prospects of fail, judges hangin', niggas, [F] I correct bails for direct [C] sales, my intellect [D] prevails, throw my hanging cross with nails, I reinforce, for real, all lyrics that's real.
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats, I decipher prophecies, through a mic to say peace.
I hung around the older rules while they sling-smacked, ding-backs, they spoke a fact, [F] at the niggas name, they bell-rings, blacks in vain scream, [D] South Supreme, team of Jamaica, Queen's thing.
Uptown was outpost, son, heard he was [Bb] king, pino, fuck rappers, [D] real watch the herbs stand still, never talkin' to [F] snakes, cause the words of man kill.
[C] True in the game, as [D] long as blood is blue on my vein, I pull a Heineken, brew, [F] to my deceased crew in memory [Cm] lane.
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[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ Coming out of _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ the [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] most dangerous [D] of seas.
Coming out of _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ the [C] most dangerous [D] of seas. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ Been number one, [F] and you know where _
[C] I'm from.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
We gon' [C] do a little something like this, you know what I'm saying?
[Eb] Stay up on this, keep it [F] on and on and on and [Bb] on and, you know what I'm [D] saying?
Big Nas, _ Grand Wizard, _ what is it like?
Ha!
[Bb] You know what I'm saying? _ _ _
Yo, gang.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners, Hennessy holders and old [F] school niggas, then I be dissin' them.
[C] Unofficial, that [D] mo' hoolie type, I dropped out of Cooley High, gas, [F] tobacco, cat, cube pie, jungle survival, [D] fuck who's the lava?
My man put the [Eb] battery in my [F] back, a difference for manitizer, [C] sentence begins a dented.
Rhyme formality, my duration's infinite, [F] money, wiser physiology, _
[C] poetry, that's a [D] part of me.
Retardedly bought, I dropped an inch and manifested [Dm] hip hop, straight off the block, I'm [Bb] reminiscin' Paul Chance.
[D] My man was shot for a sheep coat, chocolate, less than eight, we see him droppin' my weed [Bb] smoke.
It's real cool, I'm for twife life, the times of white lungs, the high fives, murderous [F] night times, the night fights and bright [C] crimes.
Chill on the [D] block with carniac, old strap, with my [Eb] pieces in the [F] dark, money market interact.
[C] No sign of the beast [D] in my blue Chrysler, I guess that means [Eb] peace for niggas, no shite, Steve Weiss to this [Bb] snipe, yo.
Start off the [D] dice roll and match for crap, to see law, what's our bet?
So roll the dice, count the [Bb] below.
Peace, peace, Lord, now this shit is explained, I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane.
It's like _ _ _ that, [Eb] y'all.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] One for the [D] money, two for a pussy and four in calls, three for Alice, [F] eight niggas deceased up behind bars.
[C] I rap the vanguard, [D] check that prognosis, it's a feller [Dm] showbiz, more window [F] faces, shootout, drug overdoses, [Bb] live amongst the roses.
[D] Only the drama, for real, a nickel [D] plate is my fate, [F] my medicine is the conjure, [C] here's my faces, my [D] razor embraces many faces.
Your telephone, [F] long blacks, this is a bad you [Bb] acin', people's a petrol, [D] dramatic, automatic, cold fall, I let blow.
And [F] back down, po-po, when I'm exo, [Bb] my pen taps the [D] paper, then my brains blink.
I see dark streets, celib brothers who keep the same rank, pumper for something.
Some are prospects of fail, judges hangin', niggas, [F] I correct bails for direct [C] sales, my intellect [D] prevails, throw my hanging cross with nails, I reinforce, for real, all lyrics that's real.
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats, I decipher prophecies, through a mic to say peace.
I hung around the older rules while they sling-smacked, ding-backs, they spoke a fact, [F] at the niggas name, they bell-rings, blacks in vain scream, [D] South Supreme, team of Jamaica, Queen's thing.
Uptown was outpost, son, heard he was [Bb] king, pino, fuck rappers, [D] real watch the herbs stand still, never talkin' to [F] snakes, cause the words of man kill.
[C] True in the game, as [D] long as blood is blue on my vein, I pull a Heineken, brew, [F] to my deceased crew in memory [Cm] lane.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ Coming out of _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ the [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
[C] most dangerous [D] of seas.
Coming out of _
_ [Eb] _ _ [F] _ _ the [C] most dangerous [D] of seas. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ Been number one, [F] and you know where _
[C] I'm from.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
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