Chords for Nu Breed - Aint Foolin Me (Official Video)
Tempo:
65.425 bpm
Chords used:
D
C#m
C#
F#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Flash your can [D] of pills, go ahead grab [C#m] a pill, put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#] a pill, upload it to [D] the book, everybody [C#] look, you're a country [D] icon, call him Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods
Now I ain't sayin' [D] that I know how to plow a field all [C#] day long, and I ain't sayin' that [D] I ride around in the hills all [C#] day long, but what I'm sayin' is [D] I'm from the sticks, them backwoods, I [C#m] was raised here
Been broke as hell [D] down on my dick, up in old hood, [C#m] I raised hell, don't tell me about no [D] rebels, been down here dealin' with [C#] the devil, you sister boys [D] and city boys better get up on [C#] my level, I ain't never been [D] fake, no fake bones in my [C#m] body, I ain't never act like [D] I'm somebody else, I'd rather be a [C#m] nobody
If I said it, I [D] meant it, that good a life I [G#] lived it, these backwoods I [D] was in it, way too deep, I keep it no [C#] limit, talk that shit, get hit with [D] no pity, I talk that talk cause [C#m] I'm with it, plus I walk the walk, no [D] pretending, what up big dog, [C#] let's get it
I told myself [D] don't do this shit, don't let them know that you [C#] a lunatic, but I'm so fed up with this [D] stupid shit, I keep it real, [C#] I'm through the check, y'all fooling shit, you ain't [D] fooling me, all that fake talk ain't [C#] cool to me, y'all new to me, just watch and see, I'ma [D#] show you a side you [C#m] ain't never seen
I'm a special case, [D] just go and grab [C#m] a bitch, and put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#m] a pic, then upload it to the [D] book, let it everybody [C#] look, you a hundred-mile [D] con, caught a Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods, you as rich as he [D] gets, as hungry as [C#m] he get, you a hillbilly [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#m] shit, cause you ain't fooling me
You ain't [D] fooling me, fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#] You was rhythmic as it [D] gets.
It's country as it [C#] gets.
You were hillbilly, [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#] sick.
You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#m] Well, I grew up on that [D] Hank Jr.
Grew up on that [C#] Alabama.
Grew up on that [D] Linda Skitt.
I grew up on that [C#m] Charlie Daniels.
Guns and roses, [D] Motley Crue, Tupac, and [C#m] Biggie too.
Outcasting, [D] good at mob, trick daddy, hit [C#m] Uncle Lou.
A young boy from the [D] backwoods.
I play what I want to [C#m] play.
Do what I want to [D] do.
It ain't no way I'll ever [C#m] change.
And all my life, I [D] heard that I will never be no [C#m] good.
I just keep on doing [D] me.
And maybe I'm misunderstood.
[C#] Maybe I'm misunderstood.
[D] [C#m]
Maybe I'm [D] misunderstood.
[C#m] [D] [C#] Lyrical, [D] [C#m] it's fashion.
I'm [D] bashing on men and leaving physically the remedy
to [C#m] make them disappear to me.
Consciousness, the mini-me.
[D] All you do is mimic me.
Never be a friend to me or [C#] always be an enemy.
Something got into me.
It [F#m] made me go harder.
A third boy from the [C#] heart of Florida.
He'll assault me, water where the [D] gators roam.
I wrote this shit to send the [C#] haters home.
Leave the fake alone.
The whole [D] deal was flake.
Some of the hate, but the real make [C#m] no mistake.
Listen, I'll kill it.
I'm [D] hurting their feelings.
Because most of these rappers, they [C#] acting like women.
They hate to admit it.
They [D] really spit fiction.
They ain't really living the [C#m] life that they spent.
They fixing to get it.
They [D] hate me for real.
I ain't shaking no hands and [C#] making no deals.
Because if you got beef, then go [D] get you a grill.
Let's cook it up and [C#m] have us a meal.
I came to collect the [F#m] very large deck.
Not talking about money.
I'm [C#m] talking respect.
So what you expect?
I put [F#m] rappers in check.
So cut me the check or I'm [C#m] going up on deck.
Yeah, I try to [D] tell you boys, I ain't really [C#] friendly.
I ain't trying to [D] make new friends so nobody don't [C#] get it.
I would rather [D] ride alone with the whole world [C#m] against me
than to ride around with a [D] bunch of fakes,
snakes, but they keep me off [C#] their shit.
I'm not your cannibal.
[D] Go ahead and have a [C#m] bitch.
Put it in your [D] lip.
Hurry up and take a [C#m] kick.
Upload it to the [D] book.
Hope that everybody [C#m] looks good.
Because you're at my [F#m] time.
Call him Mr.
Bad [C#m] Boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
Hungry as he [C#m] gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really [C#] straight.
Because you ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
You ain't fooling me, boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
Me, boy.
Me, [C#] boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
He's [C#] hungry as he gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really straight.
[C#] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
[C#] [D]
[C#m] Backwoods
Now I ain't sayin' [D] that I know how to plow a field all [C#] day long, and I ain't sayin' that [D] I ride around in the hills all [C#] day long, but what I'm sayin' is [D] I'm from the sticks, them backwoods, I [C#m] was raised here
Been broke as hell [D] down on my dick, up in old hood, [C#m] I raised hell, don't tell me about no [D] rebels, been down here dealin' with [C#] the devil, you sister boys [D] and city boys better get up on [C#] my level, I ain't never been [D] fake, no fake bones in my [C#m] body, I ain't never act like [D] I'm somebody else, I'd rather be a [C#m] nobody
If I said it, I [D] meant it, that good a life I [G#] lived it, these backwoods I [D] was in it, way too deep, I keep it no [C#] limit, talk that shit, get hit with [D] no pity, I talk that talk cause [C#m] I'm with it, plus I walk the walk, no [D] pretending, what up big dog, [C#] let's get it
I told myself [D] don't do this shit, don't let them know that you [C#] a lunatic, but I'm so fed up with this [D] stupid shit, I keep it real, [C#] I'm through the check, y'all fooling shit, you ain't [D] fooling me, all that fake talk ain't [C#] cool to me, y'all new to me, just watch and see, I'ma [D#] show you a side you [C#m] ain't never seen
I'm a special case, [D] just go and grab [C#m] a bitch, and put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#m] a pic, then upload it to the [D] book, let it everybody [C#] look, you a hundred-mile [D] con, caught a Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods, you as rich as he [D] gets, as hungry as [C#m] he get, you a hillbilly [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#m] shit, cause you ain't fooling me
You ain't [D] fooling me, fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#] You was rhythmic as it [D] gets.
It's country as it [C#] gets.
You were hillbilly, [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#] sick.
You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#m] Well, I grew up on that [D] Hank Jr.
Grew up on that [C#] Alabama.
Grew up on that [D] Linda Skitt.
I grew up on that [C#m] Charlie Daniels.
Guns and roses, [D] Motley Crue, Tupac, and [C#m] Biggie too.
Outcasting, [D] good at mob, trick daddy, hit [C#m] Uncle Lou.
A young boy from the [D] backwoods.
I play what I want to [C#m] play.
Do what I want to [D] do.
It ain't no way I'll ever [C#m] change.
And all my life, I [D] heard that I will never be no [C#m] good.
I just keep on doing [D] me.
And maybe I'm misunderstood.
[C#] Maybe I'm misunderstood.
[D] [C#m]
Maybe I'm [D] misunderstood.
[C#m] [D] [C#] Lyrical, [D] [C#m] it's fashion.
I'm [D] bashing on men and leaving physically the remedy
to [C#m] make them disappear to me.
Consciousness, the mini-me.
[D] All you do is mimic me.
Never be a friend to me or [C#] always be an enemy.
Something got into me.
It [F#m] made me go harder.
A third boy from the [C#] heart of Florida.
He'll assault me, water where the [D] gators roam.
I wrote this shit to send the [C#] haters home.
Leave the fake alone.
The whole [D] deal was flake.
Some of the hate, but the real make [C#m] no mistake.
Listen, I'll kill it.
I'm [D] hurting their feelings.
Because most of these rappers, they [C#] acting like women.
They hate to admit it.
They [D] really spit fiction.
They ain't really living the [C#m] life that they spent.
They fixing to get it.
They [D] hate me for real.
I ain't shaking no hands and [C#] making no deals.
Because if you got beef, then go [D] get you a grill.
Let's cook it up and [C#m] have us a meal.
I came to collect the [F#m] very large deck.
Not talking about money.
I'm [C#m] talking respect.
So what you expect?
I put [F#m] rappers in check.
So cut me the check or I'm [C#m] going up on deck.
Yeah, I try to [D] tell you boys, I ain't really [C#] friendly.
I ain't trying to [D] make new friends so nobody don't [C#] get it.
I would rather [D] ride alone with the whole world [C#m] against me
than to ride around with a [D] bunch of fakes,
snakes, but they keep me off [C#] their shit.
I'm not your cannibal.
[D] Go ahead and have a [C#m] bitch.
Put it in your [D] lip.
Hurry up and take a [C#m] kick.
Upload it to the [D] book.
Hope that everybody [C#m] looks good.
Because you're at my [F#m] time.
Call him Mr.
Bad [C#m] Boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
Hungry as he [C#m] gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really [C#] straight.
Because you ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
You ain't fooling me, boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
Me, boy.
Me, [C#] boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
He's [C#] hungry as he gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really straight.
[C#] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
[C#] [D]
Key:
D
C#m
C#
F#m
G#
D
C#m
C#
Flash your can [D] of pills, go ahead grab [C#m] a pill, put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#] a pill, upload it to [D] the book, everybody [C#] look, you're a country [D] icon, call him Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods
Now I ain't sayin' [D] that I know how to plow a field all [C#] day long, and I ain't sayin' that [D] I ride around in the hills all [C#] day long, but what I'm sayin' is [D] I'm from the sticks, them backwoods, I [C#m] was raised here
Been broke as hell [D] down on my dick, up in old hood, [C#m] I raised hell, don't tell me about no [D] rebels, been down here dealin' with [C#] the devil, you sister boys [D] and city boys better get up on [C#] my level, I ain't never been [D] fake, no fake bones in my [C#m] body, I ain't never act like [D] I'm somebody else, I'd rather be a [C#m] nobody
If I said it, I [D] meant it, that good a life I [G#] lived it, these backwoods I [D] was in it, way too deep, I keep it no [C#] limit, talk that shit, get hit with [D] no pity, I talk that talk cause [C#m] I'm with it, plus I walk the walk, no [D] pretending, what up big dog, [C#] let's get it
I told myself [D] don't do this shit, don't let them know that you [C#] a lunatic, but I'm so fed up with this [D] stupid shit, I keep it real, [C#] I'm through the check, y'all fooling shit, you ain't [D] fooling me, all that fake talk ain't [C#] cool to me, y'all new to me, just watch and see, I'ma [D#] show you a side you [C#m] ain't never seen
I'm a special case, [D] just go and grab [C#m] a bitch, and put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#m] a pic, then upload it to the [D] book, let it everybody [C#] look, you a hundred-mile [D] con, caught a Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods, you as rich as he [D] gets, as hungry as [C#m] he get, you a hillbilly [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#m] shit, cause you ain't fooling me
You ain't [D] fooling me, fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#] You was rhythmic as it [D] gets.
It's country as it [C#] gets.
You were hillbilly, [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#] sick.
You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#m] Well, I grew up on that [D] Hank Jr.
Grew up on that [C#] Alabama.
Grew up on that [D] Linda Skitt.
I grew up on that [C#m] Charlie Daniels.
Guns and roses, [D] Motley Crue, Tupac, and [C#m] Biggie too.
Outcasting, [D] good at mob, trick daddy, hit [C#m] Uncle Lou.
A young boy from the [D] backwoods.
I play what I want to [C#m] play.
Do what I want to [D] do.
It ain't no way I'll ever [C#m] change.
And all my life, I [D] heard that I will never be no [C#m] good.
I just keep on doing [D] me.
And maybe I'm misunderstood.
[C#] Maybe I'm misunderstood.
[D] _ _ [C#m]
Maybe I'm [D] misunderstood.
_ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ [C#] Lyrical, _ [D] _ _ [C#m] it's fashion.
I'm [D] bashing on men and leaving physically the remedy
to [C#m] make them disappear to me.
Consciousness, the mini-me.
[D] All you do is mimic me.
Never be a friend to me or [C#] always be an enemy.
Something got into me.
It [F#m] made me go harder.
A third boy from the [C#] heart of Florida.
He'll assault me, water where the [D] gators roam.
I wrote this shit to send the [C#] haters home.
Leave the fake alone.
The whole [D] deal was flake.
Some of the hate, but the real make [C#m] no mistake.
Listen, I'll kill it.
I'm [D] hurting their feelings.
Because most of these rappers, they [C#] acting like women.
They hate to admit it.
They [D] really spit fiction.
They ain't really living the [C#m] life that they spent.
They fixing to get it.
They [D] hate me for real.
I ain't shaking no hands and [C#] making no deals.
Because if you got beef, then go [D] get you a grill.
Let's cook it up and [C#m] have us a meal.
I came to collect the [F#m] very large deck.
Not talking about money.
I'm [C#m] talking respect.
So what you expect?
I put [F#m] rappers in check.
So cut me the check or I'm [C#m] going up on deck.
Yeah, I try to [D] tell you boys, I ain't really [C#] friendly.
I ain't trying to [D] make new friends so nobody don't [C#] get it.
I would rather [D] ride alone with the whole world [C#m] against me
than to ride around with a [D] bunch of fakes,
snakes, but they keep me off [C#] their shit.
I'm not your cannibal.
[D] Go ahead and have a [C#m] bitch.
Put it in your [D] lip.
Hurry up and take a [C#m] kick.
Upload it to the [D] book.
Hope that everybody [C#m] looks good.
Because you're at my [F#m] time.
Call him Mr.
Bad [C#m] Boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
Hungry as he [C#m] gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really [C#] straight.
Because you ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
You ain't fooling me, boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
Me, boy.
Me, [C#] boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
He's [C#] hungry as he gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really straight.
[C#] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
_ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[C#m] Backwoods
Now I ain't sayin' [D] that I know how to plow a field all [C#] day long, and I ain't sayin' that [D] I ride around in the hills all [C#] day long, but what I'm sayin' is [D] I'm from the sticks, them backwoods, I [C#m] was raised here
Been broke as hell [D] down on my dick, up in old hood, [C#m] I raised hell, don't tell me about no [D] rebels, been down here dealin' with [C#] the devil, you sister boys [D] and city boys better get up on [C#] my level, I ain't never been [D] fake, no fake bones in my [C#m] body, I ain't never act like [D] I'm somebody else, I'd rather be a [C#m] nobody
If I said it, I [D] meant it, that good a life I [G#] lived it, these backwoods I [D] was in it, way too deep, I keep it no [C#] limit, talk that shit, get hit with [D] no pity, I talk that talk cause [C#m] I'm with it, plus I walk the walk, no [D] pretending, what up big dog, [C#] let's get it
I told myself [D] don't do this shit, don't let them know that you [C#] a lunatic, but I'm so fed up with this [D] stupid shit, I keep it real, [C#] I'm through the check, y'all fooling shit, you ain't [D] fooling me, all that fake talk ain't [C#] cool to me, y'all new to me, just watch and see, I'ma [D#] show you a side you [C#m] ain't never seen
I'm a special case, [D] just go and grab [C#m] a bitch, and put it in [D] your lip, hurry up and take [C#m] a pic, then upload it to the [D] book, let it everybody [C#] look, you a hundred-mile [D] con, caught a Mr.
[C#m] Backwoods, you as rich as he [D] gets, as hungry as [C#m] he get, you a hillbilly [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#m] shit, cause you ain't fooling me
You ain't [D] fooling me, fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
[C#] You was rhythmic as it [D] gets.
It's country as it [C#] gets.
You were hillbilly, [D] outlaw, but you ain't really [C#] sick.
You ain't fooling me, [D] fooling me.
[C#m] Well, I grew up on that [D] Hank Jr.
Grew up on that [C#] Alabama.
Grew up on that [D] Linda Skitt.
I grew up on that [C#m] Charlie Daniels.
Guns and roses, [D] Motley Crue, Tupac, and [C#m] Biggie too.
Outcasting, [D] good at mob, trick daddy, hit [C#m] Uncle Lou.
A young boy from the [D] backwoods.
I play what I want to [C#m] play.
Do what I want to [D] do.
It ain't no way I'll ever [C#m] change.
And all my life, I [D] heard that I will never be no [C#m] good.
I just keep on doing [D] me.
And maybe I'm misunderstood.
[C#] Maybe I'm misunderstood.
[D] _ _ [C#m]
Maybe I'm [D] misunderstood.
_ [C#m] _ _ [D] _ [C#] Lyrical, _ [D] _ _ [C#m] it's fashion.
I'm [D] bashing on men and leaving physically the remedy
to [C#m] make them disappear to me.
Consciousness, the mini-me.
[D] All you do is mimic me.
Never be a friend to me or [C#] always be an enemy.
Something got into me.
It [F#m] made me go harder.
A third boy from the [C#] heart of Florida.
He'll assault me, water where the [D] gators roam.
I wrote this shit to send the [C#] haters home.
Leave the fake alone.
The whole [D] deal was flake.
Some of the hate, but the real make [C#m] no mistake.
Listen, I'll kill it.
I'm [D] hurting their feelings.
Because most of these rappers, they [C#] acting like women.
They hate to admit it.
They [D] really spit fiction.
They ain't really living the [C#m] life that they spent.
They fixing to get it.
They [D] hate me for real.
I ain't shaking no hands and [C#] making no deals.
Because if you got beef, then go [D] get you a grill.
Let's cook it up and [C#m] have us a meal.
I came to collect the [F#m] very large deck.
Not talking about money.
I'm [C#m] talking respect.
So what you expect?
I put [F#m] rappers in check.
So cut me the check or I'm [C#m] going up on deck.
Yeah, I try to [D] tell you boys, I ain't really [C#] friendly.
I ain't trying to [D] make new friends so nobody don't [C#] get it.
I would rather [D] ride alone with the whole world [C#m] against me
than to ride around with a [D] bunch of fakes,
snakes, but they keep me off [C#] their shit.
I'm not your cannibal.
[D] Go ahead and have a [C#m] bitch.
Put it in your [D] lip.
Hurry up and take a [C#m] kick.
Upload it to the [D] book.
Hope that everybody [C#m] looks good.
Because you're at my [F#m] time.
Call him Mr.
Bad [C#m] Boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
Hungry as he [C#m] gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really [C#] straight.
Because you ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
You ain't fooling me, boy.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
Fooling me.
[C#m] You ain't fooling me, [D] boy.
Me, boy.
Me, [C#] boy.
You as rich as he [D] gets.
He's [C#] hungry as he gets.
You a hillbilly.
[D] I love it.
You ain't really straight.
[C#] You ain't fooling me.
[D] Fooling me.
_ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ _