Chords for Mon Montega - Big Dawg (Official Video) Dir. By Chezzyboy
Tempo:
125.8 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ebm] [B]
[Ebm] [B]
[Ebm] Lil' niggas cappin' out here, man.
Fuck a [B] big dog, nigga.
[Ebm] Hey, hey.
[B]
[Ebm] Hey, hey, hey.
Big dog ain't gon' cut a hoagie, [B] don't.
Take this [Ebm] chain, bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
Hope it jump back when I cook that dope.
All these hoes, like, it's that [B] dope.
When it get to [Ebm] throw, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them machines gon' blow.
You ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy knows.
Like, yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two [B] stacks.
Nigga, we in the [Ebm] LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, we in the LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, I got a black nine, I'm lit it.
Yeah, why me turn up for the pity?
Yeah, and I ain't showin' no pity.
Yeah, in this bitch, she a hoe fit it.
Real bad boy like Diddy.
I got that Drizzy, I think they drink and get dizzy.
Spend a nigga block till he dizzy.
Come right back like a Prince, be bitchin' right here.
No, ain't doin' no well.
Matter of fact, bring my chair.
I ain't mean kill.
I'ma pull a hose by the pill.
Me and my dog on shell.
Lord, I ain't feel.
I'ma turn up this year.
Bring my niggas on a nil.
Been trapped, nigga, with a cap of the T.
You know we ain't playin'.
Let's get the shit clear.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a big dog, you a little pug.
Where you from, nigga?
Throw your hood up.
Take this chain, nigga, good luck.
Wipe a nigga nose in his ass, bro.
Came out of prison, I went straight to get it.
You know how I'm comin', big dog in the city.
Made a few calls and ran up some deals.
My four pockets full, gon' need sister pity.
Big dog ain't goin' for the ogie, though.
[B] Take this chain, [Ebm] bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
[B] Hope it jump back [Ebm] when I clutch that dope.
All these hoes like this, tattoed.
When I get the throat, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them shoes is gon' blow.
Ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy know?
Like, yeah, yeah, all these rats.
I'ma pull a trap when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
[B] Nigga, went to LA, [Ebm] then the fruit right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these [B] rats.
I'ma pull a trap [Ebm] when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, went to LA, then the fruit right back.
Man, I'm fuckin' with a man, started two extra.
Hat, sash down in the bitch, straight pressure.
Pick up my chains, put them on a dresser.
Glock 23 came with a compressor.
Dog got rich, fuckin' with a pill presser.
Two minutes, sign, they ain't takin' nothin' lesser.
Ain't bout to tangle with you, ain't no wrestler.
Shoot a minute shit, now the lil' boy a vegetable.
Got a couple plays right now, my schedule.
Got a few niggas locked up, confederal.
Got my bands up right now, I'ma hit it.
We split a chain, you gon' die what I'm tellin' you.
Started with nothin', now I got plenty.
Swear I was broke, I did have a penny.
I left the heart away, call me Lil' Penny.
I took all my L's and now I be winnin'.
[B] [Ebm] [B]
[Ebm] [B]
[Ebm] Lil' niggas cappin' out here, man.
Fuck a [B] big dog, nigga.
[Ebm] Hey, hey.
[B]
[Ebm] Hey, hey, hey.
Big dog ain't gon' cut a hoagie, [B] don't.
Take this [Ebm] chain, bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
Hope it jump back when I cook that dope.
All these hoes, like, it's that [B] dope.
When it get to [Ebm] throw, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them machines gon' blow.
You ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy knows.
Like, yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two [B] stacks.
Nigga, we in the [Ebm] LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, we in the LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, I got a black nine, I'm lit it.
Yeah, why me turn up for the pity?
Yeah, and I ain't showin' no pity.
Yeah, in this bitch, she a hoe fit it.
Real bad boy like Diddy.
I got that Drizzy, I think they drink and get dizzy.
Spend a nigga block till he dizzy.
Come right back like a Prince, be bitchin' right here.
No, ain't doin' no well.
Matter of fact, bring my chair.
I ain't mean kill.
I'ma pull a hose by the pill.
Me and my dog on shell.
Lord, I ain't feel.
I'ma turn up this year.
Bring my niggas on a nil.
Been trapped, nigga, with a cap of the T.
You know we ain't playin'.
Let's get the shit clear.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a big dog, you a little pug.
Where you from, nigga?
Throw your hood up.
Take this chain, nigga, good luck.
Wipe a nigga nose in his ass, bro.
Came out of prison, I went straight to get it.
You know how I'm comin', big dog in the city.
Made a few calls and ran up some deals.
My four pockets full, gon' need sister pity.
Big dog ain't goin' for the ogie, though.
[B] Take this chain, [Ebm] bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
[B] Hope it jump back [Ebm] when I clutch that dope.
All these hoes like this, tattoed.
When I get the throat, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them shoes is gon' blow.
Ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy know?
Like, yeah, yeah, all these rats.
I'ma pull a trap when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
[B] Nigga, went to LA, [Ebm] then the fruit right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these [B] rats.
I'ma pull a trap [Ebm] when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, went to LA, then the fruit right back.
Man, I'm fuckin' with a man, started two extra.
Hat, sash down in the bitch, straight pressure.
Pick up my chains, put them on a dresser.
Glock 23 came with a compressor.
Dog got rich, fuckin' with a pill presser.
Two minutes, sign, they ain't takin' nothin' lesser.
Ain't bout to tangle with you, ain't no wrestler.
Shoot a minute shit, now the lil' boy a vegetable.
Got a couple plays right now, my schedule.
Got a few niggas locked up, confederal.
Got my bands up right now, I'ma hit it.
We split a chain, you gon' die what I'm tellin' you.
Started with nothin', now I got plenty.
Swear I was broke, I did have a penny.
I left the heart away, call me Lil' Penny.
I took all my L's and now I be winnin'.
[B] [Ebm] [B]
Key:
Ebm
B
Ebm
B
Ebm
B
Ebm
B
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_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Ebm] Lil' niggas cappin' out here, man.
Fuck a [B] big dog, nigga.
[Ebm] _ Hey, hey.
_ [B] _
[Ebm] Hey, hey, hey.
Big dog ain't gon' cut a hoagie, [B] don't.
Take this [Ebm] chain, bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
Hope it jump back when I cook that dope.
All these hoes, like, it's that [B] dope.
When it get to [Ebm] throw, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them machines gon' blow.
You ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy knows.
Like, yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two [B] stacks.
Nigga, we in the [Ebm] LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, we in the LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, I got a black nine, I'm lit it.
Yeah, why me turn up for the pity?
Yeah, and I ain't showin' no pity.
Yeah, in this bitch, she a hoe fit it.
Real bad boy like Diddy.
I got that Drizzy, I think they drink and get dizzy.
Spend a nigga block till he dizzy.
Come right back like a Prince, be bitchin' right here.
No, ain't doin' no well.
Matter of fact, bring my chair.
I ain't mean kill.
I'ma pull a hose by the pill.
Me and my dog on shell.
Lord, I ain't feel.
I'ma turn up this year.
Bring my niggas on a nil.
Been trapped, nigga, with a cap of the T.
You know we ain't playin'.
Let's get the shit clear.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a big dog, you a little pug.
Where you from, nigga?
Throw your hood up.
Take this chain, nigga, good luck.
Wipe a nigga nose in his ass, bro.
Came out of prison, I went straight to get it.
You know how I'm comin', big dog in the city.
Made a few calls and ran up some deals.
My four pockets full, gon' need sister pity.
Big dog ain't goin' for the ogie, though.
[B] Take this chain, [Ebm] bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
[B] Hope it jump back [Ebm] when I clutch that dope.
All these hoes like this, tattoed.
When I get the throat, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them shoes is gon' blow.
Ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy know?
Like, yeah, yeah, all these rats.
I'ma pull a trap when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
[B] Nigga, went to LA, [Ebm] then the fruit right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these [B] rats.
I'ma pull a trap [Ebm] when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, went to LA, then the fruit right back.
Man, I'm fuckin' with a man, started two extra.
Hat, sash down in the bitch, straight pressure.
Pick up my chains, put them on a dresser.
Glock 23 came with a compressor.
Dog got rich, fuckin' with a pill presser.
Two minutes, sign, they ain't takin' nothin' lesser.
Ain't bout to tangle with you, ain't no wrestler.
Shoot a minute shit, now the lil' boy a vegetable.
Got a couple plays right now, my schedule.
Got a few niggas locked up, confederal.
Got my bands up right now, I'ma hit it.
We split a chain, you gon' die what I'm tellin' you.
Started with nothin', now I got plenty.
Swear I was broke, I did have a penny.
I left the heart away, call me Lil' Penny.
I took all my L's and now I be winnin'.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ [Ebm] Lil' niggas cappin' out here, man.
Fuck a [B] big dog, nigga.
[Ebm] _ Hey, hey.
_ [B] _
[Ebm] Hey, hey, hey.
Big dog ain't gon' cut a hoagie, [B] don't.
Take this [Ebm] chain, bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
Hope it jump back when I cook that dope.
All these hoes, like, it's that [B] dope.
When it get to [Ebm] throw, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them machines gon' blow.
You ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy knows.
Like, yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two [B] stacks.
Nigga, we in the [Ebm] LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these racks.
I'ma pull a track when I hit it from the back.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, we in the LA, then I flew right back.
Yeah, I got a black nine, I'm lit it.
Yeah, why me turn up for the pity?
Yeah, and I ain't showin' no pity.
Yeah, in this bitch, she a hoe fit it.
Real bad boy like Diddy.
I got that Drizzy, I think they drink and get dizzy.
Spend a nigga block till he dizzy.
Come right back like a Prince, be bitchin' right here.
No, ain't doin' no well.
Matter of fact, bring my chair.
I ain't mean kill.
I'ma pull a hose by the pill.
Me and my dog on shell.
Lord, I ain't feel.
I'ma turn up this year.
Bring my niggas on a nil.
Been trapped, nigga, with a cap of the T.
You know we ain't playin'.
Let's get the shit clear.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a big dog, you a little pug.
Where you from, nigga?
Throw your hood up.
Take this chain, nigga, good luck.
Wipe a nigga nose in his ass, bro.
Came out of prison, I went straight to get it.
You know how I'm comin', big dog in the city.
Made a few calls and ran up some deals.
My four pockets full, gon' need sister pity.
Big dog ain't goin' for the ogie, though.
[B] Take this chain, [Ebm] bet your ass get smoked.
When we ain't have shit, nigga, still have hope.
[B] Hope it jump back [Ebm] when I clutch that dope.
All these hoes like this, tattoed.
When I get the throat, you can get a bad dope.
Wrist on froze, them shoes is gon' blow.
Ain't gotta have a cold still, what the boy know?
Like, yeah, yeah, all these rats.
I'ma pull a trap when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
[B] Nigga, went to LA, [Ebm] then the fruit right back.
Yeah, yeah, all these [B] rats.
I'ma pull a trap [Ebm] when I hit up on a bat.
Gucci on the back and it cost two stacks.
Nigga, went to LA, then the fruit right back.
Man, I'm fuckin' with a man, started two extra.
Hat, sash down in the bitch, straight pressure.
Pick up my chains, put them on a dresser.
Glock 23 came with a compressor.
Dog got rich, fuckin' with a pill presser.
Two minutes, sign, they ain't takin' nothin' lesser.
Ain't bout to tangle with you, ain't no wrestler.
Shoot a minute shit, now the lil' boy a vegetable.
Got a couple plays right now, my schedule.
Got a few niggas locked up, confederal.
Got my bands up right now, I'ma hit it.
We split a chain, you gon' die what I'm tellin' you.
Started with nothin', now I got plenty.
Swear I was broke, I did have a penny.
I left the heart away, call me Lil' Penny.
I took all my L's and now I be winnin'.
_ _ _ [B] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _