MF DOOM - Hooks is extra Chords
Tempo:
87.65 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bbm
Bb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [Bbm] [F]
[Bbm] [F]
You walk [Bbm] around town with a frown like [F] homie the clown,
self told me crown well blow me down, bloud, hell [Bbm] no he sound funny,
out of bounds, tryna cop a pound [F] with brown money,
keep [Bbm] the change, keep [F] game, the range,
pieces on the fringes of a deep, steeper, strange,
when in metta dread it the [Bbm] swine roast,
find em in the zone up ahead near [F] the sign post,
[Bbm] follow the beat you [F] won't stumble,
shut your mouth swallow your feet or try and rumble,
in the street they lie and mumble,
catch em in the street they're humble as brian gumbo crying fumble,
[Bbm] don't let em get the [F] call,
keep a stack of fists strong, one size fits all,
try to avoid the pitfall,
or else get hit in the eye with a old rock pitbull,
[Bbm] you must be crazy out [F] your mind,
even on the days you feel lately you shout why,
no shame no grace let's get out shine,
when he come blazing people say it's about time,
the old [Bbm] guard with the old gold [F] gold card,
when he's on the rollers no holds barred no lard,
in the record game on some bull guard,
so many neck of games you might blow a whole ward,
[Bbm] you learn something new [F] everyday,
go ahead and burn it ain't nothing to do anyway,
sell tracks off the Chevrolet like [Bbm] lemonade,
and gold gold in the hood so [F] we can get ghetto paid,
[Bbm] now that's using the old [F] cranium,
like the jewelry cat who sold a fake plaque uranium,
guaranteed to turn next [Bbm] green like the hulk,
have em manufactured by [F] machine in bulk,
[Bbm] then rock and roll [F] like stop drop,
and if they got sold then welcome to the sock hop,
hip bebop at your block mom and pop shop,
time it when it comes to rhyme and it's chop chop,
keep [Bbm] it lit till the last stroke of the [F] pen,
and you don't quit like you quit smoking again,
they said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin,
and his secret recipe soak it in some gin,
[Bbm] brings the heat like a [F] radiator,
stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator,
smart as the mic cord,
and he [Bb] came and turned it [F] out like a dike broad out the site ward,
I recollect [Bbm] when he first took the sector,
[F] used the connector dot style as a mic checker,
told him get the deposit,
booked Alexa,
took a look record,
booked sex [Dm] truck,
[N]
[Bbm] [F]
You walk [Bbm] around town with a frown like [F] homie the clown,
self told me crown well blow me down, bloud, hell [Bbm] no he sound funny,
out of bounds, tryna cop a pound [F] with brown money,
keep [Bbm] the change, keep [F] game, the range,
pieces on the fringes of a deep, steeper, strange,
when in metta dread it the [Bbm] swine roast,
find em in the zone up ahead near [F] the sign post,
[Bbm] follow the beat you [F] won't stumble,
shut your mouth swallow your feet or try and rumble,
in the street they lie and mumble,
catch em in the street they're humble as brian gumbo crying fumble,
[Bbm] don't let em get the [F] call,
keep a stack of fists strong, one size fits all,
try to avoid the pitfall,
or else get hit in the eye with a old rock pitbull,
[Bbm] you must be crazy out [F] your mind,
even on the days you feel lately you shout why,
no shame no grace let's get out shine,
when he come blazing people say it's about time,
the old [Bbm] guard with the old gold [F] gold card,
when he's on the rollers no holds barred no lard,
in the record game on some bull guard,
so many neck of games you might blow a whole ward,
[Bbm] you learn something new [F] everyday,
go ahead and burn it ain't nothing to do anyway,
sell tracks off the Chevrolet like [Bbm] lemonade,
and gold gold in the hood so [F] we can get ghetto paid,
[Bbm] now that's using the old [F] cranium,
like the jewelry cat who sold a fake plaque uranium,
guaranteed to turn next [Bbm] green like the hulk,
have em manufactured by [F] machine in bulk,
[Bbm] then rock and roll [F] like stop drop,
and if they got sold then welcome to the sock hop,
hip bebop at your block mom and pop shop,
time it when it comes to rhyme and it's chop chop,
keep [Bbm] it lit till the last stroke of the [F] pen,
and you don't quit like you quit smoking again,
they said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin,
and his secret recipe soak it in some gin,
[Bbm] brings the heat like a [F] radiator,
stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator,
smart as the mic cord,
and he [Bb] came and turned it [F] out like a dike broad out the site ward,
I recollect [Bbm] when he first took the sector,
[F] used the connector dot style as a mic checker,
told him get the deposit,
booked Alexa,
took a look record,
booked sex [Dm] truck,
[N]
Key:
F
Bbm
Bb
Dm
F
Bbm
Bb
Dm
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bbm] _ [F] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [F] _
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_ _ _ You walk [Bbm] around town with a frown like [F] homie the clown,
self told me crown well blow me down, bloud, hell [Bbm] no he sound funny,
out of bounds, tryna cop a pound [F] with brown money,
keep [Bbm] the change, keep [F] game, the range,
pieces on the fringes of a deep, steeper, strange,
when in metta dread it the [Bbm] swine roast,
find em in the zone up ahead near [F] the sign post,
[Bbm] follow the beat you [F] won't stumble,
shut your mouth swallow your feet or try and rumble,
in the street they lie and mumble,
catch em in the street they're humble as brian gumbo crying fumble,
[Bbm] don't let em get the [F] call,
keep a stack of fists strong, one size fits all,
try to avoid the pitfall,
or else get hit in the eye with a old rock pitbull,
[Bbm] you must be crazy out [F] your mind,
even on the days you feel lately you shout why,
no shame no grace let's get out shine,
when he come blazing people say it's about time,
the old [Bbm] guard with the old gold [F] gold card,
when he's on the rollers no holds barred no lard,
in the record game on some bull guard,
so many neck of games you might blow a whole ward,
[Bbm] you learn something new [F] everyday,
go ahead and burn it ain't nothing to do anyway,
sell tracks off the Chevrolet like [Bbm] lemonade,
and gold gold in the hood so [F] we can get ghetto paid,
[Bbm] now that's using the old [F] cranium,
like the jewelry cat who sold a fake plaque uranium,
guaranteed to turn next [Bbm] green like the hulk,
have em manufactured by [F] machine in bulk,
[Bbm] then rock and roll [F] like stop drop,
and if they got sold then welcome to the sock hop,
hip bebop at your block mom and pop shop,
time it when it comes to rhyme and it's chop chop,
keep [Bbm] it lit till the last stroke of the [F] pen,
and you don't quit like you quit smoking again,
they said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin,
and his secret recipe soak it in some gin,
[Bbm] brings the heat like a [F] radiator,
stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator,
smart as the mic cord,
and he [Bb] came and turned it [F] out like a dike broad out the site ward,
I recollect [Bbm] when he first took the sector,
[F] used the connector dot style as a mic checker,
told him get the deposit,
booked Alexa,
took a look record,
booked sex [Dm] truck,
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ You walk [Bbm] around town with a frown like [F] homie the clown,
self told me crown well blow me down, bloud, hell [Bbm] no he sound funny,
out of bounds, tryna cop a pound [F] with brown money,
keep [Bbm] the change, keep [F] game, the range,
pieces on the fringes of a deep, steeper, strange,
when in metta dread it the [Bbm] swine roast,
find em in the zone up ahead near [F] the sign post,
[Bbm] follow the beat you [F] won't stumble,
shut your mouth swallow your feet or try and rumble,
in the street they lie and mumble,
catch em in the street they're humble as brian gumbo crying fumble,
[Bbm] don't let em get the [F] call,
keep a stack of fists strong, one size fits all,
try to avoid the pitfall,
or else get hit in the eye with a old rock pitbull,
[Bbm] you must be crazy out [F] your mind,
even on the days you feel lately you shout why,
no shame no grace let's get out shine,
when he come blazing people say it's about time,
the old [Bbm] guard with the old gold [F] gold card,
when he's on the rollers no holds barred no lard,
in the record game on some bull guard,
so many neck of games you might blow a whole ward,
[Bbm] you learn something new [F] everyday,
go ahead and burn it ain't nothing to do anyway,
sell tracks off the Chevrolet like [Bbm] lemonade,
and gold gold in the hood so [F] we can get ghetto paid,
[Bbm] now that's using the old [F] cranium,
like the jewelry cat who sold a fake plaque uranium,
guaranteed to turn next [Bbm] green like the hulk,
have em manufactured by [F] machine in bulk,
[Bbm] then rock and roll [F] like stop drop,
and if they got sold then welcome to the sock hop,
hip bebop at your block mom and pop shop,
time it when it comes to rhyme and it's chop chop,
keep [Bbm] it lit till the last stroke of the [F] pen,
and you don't quit like you quit smoking again,
they said he keep his lyrics poked in a tin,
and his secret recipe soak it in some gin,
[Bbm] brings the heat like a [F] radiator,
stays on beat with the mask like a gladiator,
smart as the mic cord,
and he [Bb] came and turned it [F] out like a dike broad out the site ward,
I recollect [Bbm] when he first took the sector,
[F] used the connector dot style as a mic checker,
told him get the deposit,
booked Alexa,
took a look record,
booked sex [Dm] truck,
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _