Notorious B.I.G - Gimme The Loot Chords

Tempo:
98.6 bpm
Chords used:

Bbm

F

Ebm

Bb

E

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Notorious B.I.G - Gimme The Loot chords
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Yeah, motherfuckers better know
I'm a bad boy
Lock your windows, close your doors, keep it small Huh, yeah
I'm a bad boy
[E] My man Jim left a tech and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one to three, he [Bbm] be home to end the 93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed, yo Biggie, let me get the vet
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the tech is to his back
Word is law and I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves
Treat it like bot, and stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I been robbin' motherfuckin' sister's slave shit
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two-point black, a motherfucker's shortest eye
That's my word, nigga, he even tried to vote God
Have his mother sing it, it's so hard
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Wefts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block, and I'm robbin' bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos, I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pen-era
Give me the baby rings and the number one mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Cause mom's soup ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel duck
When I bust my gap, motherfuckers take dirt nap
I'm all that and a dom sack with a [F] paper hat
[Cm]
Give [Ebm] me the loot, give me the loot
Big [N] up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup
Don't let me throw my clip up in your back
And head beats the opposite of peace
Sendin' mom to grief, you're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your [Bbm] wake with your blood on my shirt
So be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant
Cause when I lick shots, the shit's as persistent
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at?
Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that
Before you get your great guts from the main thug
357 slug, and my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip
Yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how Lucille feel
From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, motherfuckers don't a penta
Rolex watches, the colorful swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas come through, [N] I'm takin' high school ring too
Bitches get squeaky for the earrings and bangles
And when I rock it and drop her, I'm takin' her dough knockers
And if she's resistant, buck her, buck her, buck her
So go get your man, bitch, he could get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope I'm apologetic, or I might have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget [F] it
Hey, baby, hey, baby, baby
[Ebm] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, give me the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, gimme the loot
Man, [N] listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Who money look sweet?
Where?
In the Isuzu Jeep
[Bbm] Man, I throw him in the bean
You grab the fucking green
And if he start to scream BAM BAM
Have a nice dream Hold up
He got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds
She thinks she a superstar
Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her
I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gas
But chill, shorty, let me do that
Just get the fucking car keys
And cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked
Getting shot on the spot
Oh shit, the cops!
Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up
All they want is fucking doughnuts
Well, why the fuck you keep looking?
I just to get his life booking
I just came home
Ain't trying to see Central booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass
Cause I ain't with no fucking chinks
So lace up your boots
Cause I'm [Bb] about to shoot
A true motherfucker
Going out for the loot
[Eb] [F]
[N]
Make that [Bb] motherfucker
[Gb]
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To start learning The Notorious B.I.G - (2005 Remaster) Gimme The Loot chords, centre your learning around these elemetal chords sequence: Cm, Ebm, N, F, Ebm, N, Bbm, F, Cm, Bbm, Bb, Eb, F and N. Start with a comfortable 49 BPM and as you become proficient, aim for the song's BPM of 99. Configure the capo to your vocal range and chord preference, remembering the key of B Major.

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_ _ _ _ Yeah, _ motherfuckers better know
_ _ _ I'm a bad boy
_ _ Lock your windows, close your doors, keep it small Huh, yeah _ _
I'm a bad boy
[E] My man Jim left a tech and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one to three, he [Bbm] be home to end the 93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?
Motherfuckin' right, my pockets lookin' kinda tight
And I'm stressed, yo Biggie, let me get the vet
No need for that, just grab the fuckin' gat
The first pocket that's fat, the tech is to his back
Word is law and I'ma smoke him, yo, don't fake no moves
Treat it like bot, and stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I been robbin' motherfuckin' sister's slave shit
With the same clip and the same four-five
Two-point black, a motherfucker's shortest eye
That's my word, nigga, he even tried to vote God
Have his mother sing it, it's so hard
Yes, love, love your fuckin' attitude
Because the nigga play pussy, that's the nigga that's gettin' screwed
And bruised up from the pistol whippin'
Wefts on the neck from the necklace strippin'
Then I'm dippin' up the block, and I'm robbin' bitches too
Up the herringbones and bamboos, I wouldn't give a fuck if you're pen-era
Give me the baby rings and the number one mom pendant
I'm slammin' niggas like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal, I rob and steal
Cause mom's soup ain't givin' me shit
So for the bread and butter, I leave niggas in the gutter
Word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fuckin' angel duck
When I bust my gap, motherfuckers take dirt nap
I'm all that and a dom sack with a [F] paper hat
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _
Give [Ebm] me the loot, give me the loot _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Big _ _ _ _ [N] up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up
And I'm shootin' niggas quick if you hiccup
Don't let me throw my clip up in your back
And head beats the opposite of peace
Sendin' mom to grief, you're talkin' to the robbery expert
Step into your [Bbm] wake with your blood on my shirt
So be a jerk and get smoked over bein' resistant
Cause when I lick shots, the shit's as persistent
Goodness gracious, the papers
Where the cash at?
Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that
Before you get your great guts from the main thug
357 slug, and my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip
Yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how Lucille feel
From the Beretta, puttin' all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, motherfuckers don't a penta
Rolex watches, the colorful swatches
I'm diggin' in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it
Man, niggas come through, [N] I'm takin' high school ring too
Bitches get squeaky for the earrings and bangles
And when I rock it and drop her, I'm takin' her dough knockers
And if she's resistant, buck her, buck her, buck her
So go get your man, bitch, he could get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope I'm apologetic, or I might have to set it
And if I set it, the cocksucker won't forget [F] it
Hey, baby, hey, baby, baby
[Ebm] Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, give me the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the loot, gimme the loot _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Man, [N] listen, all this walkin' is hurtin' my feet
Who money look sweet?
Where?
In the Isuzu Jeep
[Bbm] Man, I throw him in the bean
You grab the fucking green
And if he start to scream BAM BAM
Have a nice dream Hold up
He got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds
She thinks she a superstar
Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her
I kick her in the back
Hit her with the gas
But chill, shorty, let me do that
Just get the fucking car keys
And cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked
Getting shot on the spot
Oh shit, the cops!
Be cool, fool
They ain't gonna roll up
All they want is fucking doughnuts
Well, why the fuck you keep looking?
I just to get his life booking
I just came home
Ain't trying to see Central booking
Oh shit, now he looking in my face
You better haul ass
Cause I ain't with no fucking chinks
So lace up your boots
Cause I'm [Bb] about to shoot
A true motherfucker
Going out for the loot
[Eb] _ [F] _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Make that [Bb] motherfucker _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gb] _ _

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