Chords for Public Enemy - Can't Truss It [1992]

This group, the most important group of the 90s for their social commentary.
I call them my friends, but you know them as public enemy.
Give it up!
_ _ Come on, pump it up!
Come on!
Here we go, pump it up!
Pump it up!
Alright, alright!
Listen!
_ Hey, tell me something! _
What's up, _ LA?
_ What's up?
Alright!
_ They see your backside and they track you in your good dreams.
The real time people give you some of that reaction to the backside.
Can you stand around watching the [Dbm] draw?
Short girls getting to the roof and keeping it [Ab] up.
The [C] tournament loot, then again I got a [Gm] story that's harder than a [Bb] hardcore course of the
holocaust, I'm not gonna let them know what's going on.
I know where [C] I'm from, Dane.
I'm Dane, but I'm from the basement of the land.
The place ain't [Gb] right.
It's aint about a whack, you be [Bb] whack.
You fools are black, and that's not stated.
Nigga, she [N] probably had a big beat before her back that I gripped my teeth.
So here's a part to the song about the shape of the snake and the smile went along with that.
Get dressed and go!
Come on, y'all!
No, no, no, no!
Let me hear you say it!
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no!
Hey!
Here we go!
Kicking wicked rhymes [C] like a fortune teller, [D] took the wickedness.
Run by Jack, where everybody at the bottom, and smoke for the liquor [Ebm] and the gold.
[Dbm] Smacked in the back for the armor and the mask.
_ _ [C] _ _ [Dbm] I told you, you get mad.
Hey!
Get mad!
Get mad!
[N] Get mad!
That's the story I'm picking, this story.
Lulo Rock with every rock in his boat, no hope, I'm straggled.
Plus, Gangsta on the other hand, swinging a rope.
Clear, red car, the crew, Jack in the school.
They got something about the beat down for the whale.
Men to the men, each one, so I teach one, one at a time.
Rob some things, and every brother one love, who's that?
I know who these things.
That's why we gang bangin'.
The wind on the head when it's coming from the [Bb] left behind you, trippin' just watch your [Db] step.
Gang trusting!
No!
Fuck y [N]'all!
Gang trusting!
No, no, no!
Hey, LA!
Gang trusting!
No, _ [Ab] _ _ _ no, no! Gang trusting!
[Bbm] Yeah!
Gang trusting!
[A] You ready for the bass?
Gang trusting!
[N] Are you ready for the bass?
Gang trusting!
You ready for [Ab] the bass?
Gang trusting!
It's a drug 71, [Gb] one by the one, look, here come the guns.
[N] Watch, here we come now.
Those ain't for me, good night.
_ _ Hey!
I can only guess what's happened.
Years ago, [Abm] we would have been in shit traffic.
Getting these crews on the cruise.
Why I got to lose us all contact?
[Fm] Got me laying on my back.
Rolling in my old Ectova.
[Bb] When I rolled over, I rolled over on somebody else.
90 damn days on a spaceship, [Gb] California.
One, two, three, four, hundred and nine times.
[Am] Blood in the water, [N] that's mine.
I took a little spit, bit of pain, let my brain be a chain.
Still gotta give it what I got.
It's hot in the day.
It's cold in the night.
But I try to survive.
I pray to God to stay alive.
My attitude falls inside.
And that ain't it.
You think I ever quit?
Still I pray to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip.
And three months passed, I got a label on my ass.
A single file [Bb] of old, a mother microphone.
Say a 50-55, how I'm living.
We been living here, [N] living at the word I been given.
Haven't got classified, but I have that.
Fighting to have drugs, we're all about money.
When it comes on, they get me, I'm getting my hair, hair turning over. _
457 through the year, do you understand?
That's why it's hard for the black man up the ladder.
Because again, they see your face, man, I ain't playing.
Shotguns to the white girl, people giving some of that [Fm] reaction.
To the facts that I [Gb] keep, it's sticky.
It's stinging around parts of the jaw.
Don't go against the rules.
They're giving it up.
For [C] time they lose.
Man, I got a [N] story that's hard in the heart though.
Lost in the Holocaust, I'm talking about the ones that are going home.
I know where I'm from, that dumb city, dumb place, [Ab] but I'm a layman.
[C] Invaded by the whack, get me whacked.
[B] It fooled the black, and left [Abm] us standing.
King and Chief probably had a big beef.
[Bb] Because of that [Gb] now I get my D's.
So here's a song to the soul about the snake of the city.
[Bb] And the spot went along with that.
Can't trust me.
Watch your step, boy.
Here it comes.
Watch your step, boy.
Here it comes.
On the strip, boy.
Here it comes.
We ain't playing, boy.
Pick up the drum.
Yeah, that's right, we the men.
[Gb] Here it comes.
We the men, you can feel it.
Watch it every time now.
LA, [Bb] we the [Ebm] fist of all progress.
Come on, [Bb] LA.
You talk the bass.
Watch your step, [Gb] boy.
You talk the bass.
That's right, LA.
You are number one, LA.
Because you're all of us, boy.
Right up, remember that.
Everybody is us, boy.
That's right.
No, no, no, [Bbm] no.
No, no, no, no.
[A] No, no, [Gb] no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
We got the [N] best, boy.
Here it comes.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _