Welcome To The Ghetto Chords by Spice 1
Tempo:
101.3 bpm
Chords used:
Bbm
Ab
Fm
Gb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C]
[N]
[Bbm] [Ab]
Living day by day in my [Gb] hood on the spot, see the same old [Ab] things, ain't dope means [Bbm] cop.
Just the average day in the streets, [G] California 5-0, find a [Ab] young girl dead around the [Bbm] corner.
Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes, and nobody knew [Ab] why we young girl had to [Bbm] die.
People look ashamed, it's been like this for years, bloody sheets on her [Ab] body, face wet from her [Bbm] mom's tears.
She couldn't have been one of them four or five, and if mommy wasn't [Ab] based, she would still be [Bbm] alive.
Copping down the street is a place you could be swallowed by death, brothers taking each [Ab] other's lives and going to [Bbm] rest in peace.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, my cousin died last [Ab] year and I still can't [Bbm] let go.
I walk the streets of my city, of my neighborhood, seeing [Ab] dope fiends living off [Bbm] of canned goods.
Fifteen brothers on the corner, [Ab] and brothers die young in [Bbm] California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida.
[Ab] Have you on America's [Bbm] Most Wanted, but I don't slang, and either gang bang, and though [Ab] my old school homies do the same thing.
I still got love, cause you gotta live, [Ab] so you can [Bbm] give, and raise a family, G.
But you gotta do [Ab] your best slang in D.O. [Bbm].P.E., so keep a gift on yourself instead of melo. [Ab] [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
Welcome [Fm] [Bbm] to the ghetto. Welcome [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] to [Bbm] the ghetto. From across the seas comes cocaine, but [Ab] you never seen a black man [Bbm] fly the plane. Live with the news of young black death, was [Ab] it drug related, take [Bbm] a guess. I flash when I look in the mirror black, cause my [Ab] reflection is an [Bbm] 9mm gap. I think about genocide, and have [Ab] thoughts of my homies who [Bbm] died. Everybody backs the stamp, but I ain't the [Ab] one to talk, I'm in [Bbm] the gaffling. Death don't care about your teller, but yet [Ab] I see more dead [Bbm] young brothers. I'm going crazy out here, seeing 24 [Ab] brothers die by [Bbm] the end of the year. And I still got a deal with the 5-0, and [Ab] I stuck selling dope in [Bbm] 9-0. But if it came to it, I'd probably still do it. Put [Ab] a Glock in my drawers, get [Bbm] straight to it. I hope that I never see the day, that [Ab] I get 20 years [Bbm] for a K. B-K-A as a key, to open up [Ab] the door for the more [Bbm] money. [Db] But I ain't gotta do that G, cause [Ab] I'm down with the F-A [Bbm] to the C, to the U, to the L-T-Y. G [Ab]-Nuts, Extra Large, and [Bbm] S-T-I-C-E in the house, my fella. [Ab] [Bbm] And welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] Ain't no justice, it's just us. And [Ab] every brother with the guts is [Bbm] lust to bust. At the police, cause we can't get peace. Sending [Ab] children to the ghetto like [Bbm] the Middle East. My homie on the block got beat down. And [Ab] he never sold a ounce of [Bbm] K-I-P-L. Suicide was the notion. Sometimes I wanna [Ab] run and dive in the ocean. But killing myself ain't the answer. Cause the problems of [Ab] the world need a cure like [Bbm] cancer. And everybody see the [Gb] problem but the president. But he [Ab] ain't living in the ghetto, so [Bbm] it's evident. I quit pulling over for the police. Cause [Ab] they beat Rodney King like [Bbm] a savage beast. Now my brothers on the block think it's block time. [Ab] Open up season on [Bbm] cock time. So welcome to the ghetto. Where you can straight [Ab] get played out like [Bbm] a cello. The mayor got the projects boarded up. And [Ab] the whites and the blacks all sorted up. My people living in poverty. And every time I wanna [Ab] max, I'm on [Bbm] somebody's property. Make me wanna get the Gat-2 and pill a cap too. [Ab] But I ain't down for the [Bbm] tattoo. Tears, spending years in a P.E..N. And I'm [Ab] just another brother in [Bbm] the wind. No love in the ghetto, see. [Ab] 187,000 [Bbm] sheep. I'm a pretty good man. [Fm] [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. Go [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] to the ghetto. [Ab] [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. [Ab] [Bbm]
[N]
[Bbm] [Ab]
Living day by day in my [Gb] hood on the spot, see the same old [Ab] things, ain't dope means [Bbm] cop.
Just the average day in the streets, [G] California 5-0, find a [Ab] young girl dead around the [Bbm] corner.
Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes, and nobody knew [Ab] why we young girl had to [Bbm] die.
People look ashamed, it's been like this for years, bloody sheets on her [Ab] body, face wet from her [Bbm] mom's tears.
She couldn't have been one of them four or five, and if mommy wasn't [Ab] based, she would still be [Bbm] alive.
Copping down the street is a place you could be swallowed by death, brothers taking each [Ab] other's lives and going to [Bbm] rest in peace.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, my cousin died last [Ab] year and I still can't [Bbm] let go.
I walk the streets of my city, of my neighborhood, seeing [Ab] dope fiends living off [Bbm] of canned goods.
Fifteen brothers on the corner, [Ab] and brothers die young in [Bbm] California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida.
[Ab] Have you on America's [Bbm] Most Wanted, but I don't slang, and either gang bang, and though [Ab] my old school homies do the same thing.
I still got love, cause you gotta live, [Ab] so you can [Bbm] give, and raise a family, G.
But you gotta do [Ab] your best slang in D.O. [Bbm].P.E., so keep a gift on yourself instead of melo. [Ab] [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
Welcome [Fm] [Bbm] to the ghetto. Welcome [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] to [Bbm] the ghetto. From across the seas comes cocaine, but [Ab] you never seen a black man [Bbm] fly the plane. Live with the news of young black death, was [Ab] it drug related, take [Bbm] a guess. I flash when I look in the mirror black, cause my [Ab] reflection is an [Bbm] 9mm gap. I think about genocide, and have [Ab] thoughts of my homies who [Bbm] died. Everybody backs the stamp, but I ain't the [Ab] one to talk, I'm in [Bbm] the gaffling. Death don't care about your teller, but yet [Ab] I see more dead [Bbm] young brothers. I'm going crazy out here, seeing 24 [Ab] brothers die by [Bbm] the end of the year. And I still got a deal with the 5-0, and [Ab] I stuck selling dope in [Bbm] 9-0. But if it came to it, I'd probably still do it. Put [Ab] a Glock in my drawers, get [Bbm] straight to it. I hope that I never see the day, that [Ab] I get 20 years [Bbm] for a K. B-K-A as a key, to open up [Ab] the door for the more [Bbm] money. [Db] But I ain't gotta do that G, cause [Ab] I'm down with the F-A [Bbm] to the C, to the U, to the L-T-Y. G [Ab]-Nuts, Extra Large, and [Bbm] S-T-I-C-E in the house, my fella. [Ab] [Bbm] And welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] Ain't no justice, it's just us. And [Ab] every brother with the guts is [Bbm] lust to bust. At the police, cause we can't get peace. Sending [Ab] children to the ghetto like [Bbm] the Middle East. My homie on the block got beat down. And [Ab] he never sold a ounce of [Bbm] K-I-P-L. Suicide was the notion. Sometimes I wanna [Ab] run and dive in the ocean. But killing myself ain't the answer. Cause the problems of [Ab] the world need a cure like [Bbm] cancer. And everybody see the [Gb] problem but the president. But he [Ab] ain't living in the ghetto, so [Bbm] it's evident. I quit pulling over for the police. Cause [Ab] they beat Rodney King like [Bbm] a savage beast. Now my brothers on the block think it's block time. [Ab] Open up season on [Bbm] cock time. So welcome to the ghetto. Where you can straight [Ab] get played out like [Bbm] a cello. The mayor got the projects boarded up. And [Ab] the whites and the blacks all sorted up. My people living in poverty. And every time I wanna [Ab] max, I'm on [Bbm] somebody's property. Make me wanna get the Gat-2 and pill a cap too. [Ab] But I ain't down for the [Bbm] tattoo. Tears, spending years in a P.E..N. And I'm [Ab] just another brother in [Bbm] the wind. No love in the ghetto, see. [Ab] 187,000 [Bbm] sheep. I'm a pretty good man. [Fm] [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. Go [Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm]
[Fm] [Bbm] to the ghetto. [Ab] [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. [Ab] [Bbm]
Key:
Bbm
Ab
Fm
Gb
C
Bbm
Ab
Fm
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_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ Living day by day in my [Gb] hood on the spot, see the same old [Ab] things, ain't dope means [Bbm] cop.
Just the average day in the streets, [G] California 5-0, find a [Ab] young girl dead around the [Bbm] corner.
Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes, and nobody knew [Ab] why we young girl had to [Bbm] die.
People look ashamed, it's been like this for years, bloody sheets on her [Ab] body, face wet from her [Bbm] mom's tears.
She couldn't have been one of them four or five, and if mommy wasn't [Ab] based, she would still be [Bbm] alive.
Copping down the street is a place you could be swallowed by death, brothers taking each [Ab] other's lives and going to [Bbm] rest in peace.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, my cousin died last [Ab] year and I still can't [Bbm] let go.
I walk the streets of my city, of my neighborhood, seeing [Ab] dope fiends living off [Bbm] of canned goods.
Fifteen brothers on the corner, [Ab] and brothers die young in [Bbm] California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida.
[Ab] Have you on America's [Bbm] Most Wanted, but I don't slang, and either gang bang, and though [Ab] my old school homies do the same thing.
I still got love, cause you gotta live, [Ab] so you can [Bbm] give, and raise a family, G.
But you gotta do [Ab] your best slang in D.O. [Bbm].P.E., so keep a gift on yourself instead of melo. [Ab] _ [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
Welcome _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] to the ghetto. Welcome _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] to _ [Bbm] the ghetto. From across the seas comes cocaine, but [Ab] you never seen a black man [Bbm] fly the plane. Live with the news of young black death, was [Ab] it drug related, take [Bbm] a guess. I flash when I look in the mirror black, cause my [Ab] reflection is an [Bbm] 9mm gap. I think about genocide, and have [Ab] thoughts of my homies who [Bbm] died. Everybody backs the stamp, but I ain't the [Ab] one to talk, I'm in [Bbm] the gaffling. Death don't care about your teller, but yet [Ab] I see more dead [Bbm] young brothers. I'm going crazy out here, seeing 24 [Ab] brothers die by [Bbm] the end of the year. And I still got a deal with the 5-0, and [Ab] I stuck selling dope in [Bbm] 9-0. But if it came to it, I'd probably still do it. Put [Ab] a Glock in my drawers, get [Bbm] straight to it. I hope that I never see the day, that [Ab] I get 20 years [Bbm] for a K. B-K-A as a key, to open up [Ab] the door for the more [Bbm] money. [Db] But I ain't gotta do that G, cause [Ab] I'm down with the F-A [Bbm] to the C, to the U, to the L-T-Y. G [Ab]-Nuts, Extra Large, and [Bbm] S-T-I-C-E in the house, my fella. _ [Ab] _ [Bbm] And welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ Ain't no justice, it's just us. And [Ab] every brother with the guts is [Bbm] lust to bust. At the police, cause we can't get peace. Sending [Ab] children to the ghetto like [Bbm] the Middle East. My homie on the block got beat down. And [Ab] he never sold a ounce of [Bbm] K-I-P-L. Suicide was the notion. Sometimes I wanna [Ab] run and dive in the ocean. But killing myself ain't the answer. Cause the problems of [Ab] the world need a cure like [Bbm] cancer. And everybody see the [Gb] problem but the president. But he [Ab] ain't living in the ghetto, so [Bbm] it's evident. I quit pulling over for the police. Cause [Ab] they beat Rodney King like [Bbm] a savage beast. Now my brothers on the block think it's block time. [Ab] Open up season on [Bbm] cock time. So welcome to the ghetto. Where you can straight [Ab] get played out like [Bbm] a cello. The mayor got the projects boarded up. And [Ab] the whites and the blacks all sorted up. My people living in poverty. And every time I wanna [Ab] max, I'm on [Bbm] somebody's property. Make me wanna get the Gat-2 and pill a cap too. [Ab] But I ain't down for the [Bbm] tattoo. Tears, spending years in a P.E..N. And I'm [Ab] just another brother in [Bbm] the wind. No love in the ghetto, see. [Ab] 187,000 [Bbm] sheep. _ I'm a pretty good man. [Fm] _ [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. Go _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ _ Living day by day in my [Gb] hood on the spot, see the same old [Ab] things, ain't dope means [Bbm] cop.
Just the average day in the streets, [G] California 5-0, find a [Ab] young girl dead around the [Bbm] corner.
Mommy's on her knees, she had tears in her eyes, and nobody knew [Ab] why we young girl had to [Bbm] die.
People look ashamed, it's been like this for years, bloody sheets on her [Ab] body, face wet from her [Bbm] mom's tears.
She couldn't have been one of them four or five, and if mommy wasn't [Ab] based, she would still be [Bbm] alive.
Copping down the street is a place you could be swallowed by death, brothers taking each [Ab] other's lives and going to [Bbm] rest in peace.
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, my cousin died last [Ab] year and I still can't [Bbm] let go.
I walk the streets of my city, of my neighborhood, seeing [Ab] dope fiends living off [Bbm] of canned goods.
Fifteen brothers on the corner, [Ab] and brothers die young in [Bbm] California, 5-0 or get a dope case in Florida.
[Ab] Have you on America's [Bbm] Most Wanted, but I don't slang, and either gang bang, and though [Ab] my old school homies do the same thing.
I still got love, cause you gotta live, [Ab] so you can [Bbm] give, and raise a family, G.
But you gotta do [Ab] your best slang in D.O. [Bbm].P.E., so keep a gift on yourself instead of melo. [Ab] _ [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
Welcome _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] to the ghetto. Welcome _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ [Fm] to _ [Bbm] the ghetto. From across the seas comes cocaine, but [Ab] you never seen a black man [Bbm] fly the plane. Live with the news of young black death, was [Ab] it drug related, take [Bbm] a guess. I flash when I look in the mirror black, cause my [Ab] reflection is an [Bbm] 9mm gap. I think about genocide, and have [Ab] thoughts of my homies who [Bbm] died. Everybody backs the stamp, but I ain't the [Ab] one to talk, I'm in [Bbm] the gaffling. Death don't care about your teller, but yet [Ab] I see more dead [Bbm] young brothers. I'm going crazy out here, seeing 24 [Ab] brothers die by [Bbm] the end of the year. And I still got a deal with the 5-0, and [Ab] I stuck selling dope in [Bbm] 9-0. But if it came to it, I'd probably still do it. Put [Ab] a Glock in my drawers, get [Bbm] straight to it. I hope that I never see the day, that [Ab] I get 20 years [Bbm] for a K. B-K-A as a key, to open up [Ab] the door for the more [Bbm] money. [Db] But I ain't gotta do that G, cause [Ab] I'm down with the F-A [Bbm] to the C, to the U, to the L-T-Y. G [Ab]-Nuts, Extra Large, and [Bbm] S-T-I-C-E in the house, my fella. _ [Ab] _ [Bbm] And welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] Welcome to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ Ain't no justice, it's just us. And [Ab] every brother with the guts is [Bbm] lust to bust. At the police, cause we can't get peace. Sending [Ab] children to the ghetto like [Bbm] the Middle East. My homie on the block got beat down. And [Ab] he never sold a ounce of [Bbm] K-I-P-L. Suicide was the notion. Sometimes I wanna [Ab] run and dive in the ocean. But killing myself ain't the answer. Cause the problems of [Ab] the world need a cure like [Bbm] cancer. And everybody see the [Gb] problem but the president. But he [Ab] ain't living in the ghetto, so [Bbm] it's evident. I quit pulling over for the police. Cause [Ab] they beat Rodney King like [Bbm] a savage beast. Now my brothers on the block think it's block time. [Ab] Open up season on [Bbm] cock time. So welcome to the ghetto. Where you can straight [Ab] get played out like [Bbm] a cello. The mayor got the projects boarded up. And [Ab] the whites and the blacks all sorted up. My people living in poverty. And every time I wanna [Ab] max, I'm on [Bbm] somebody's property. Make me wanna get the Gat-2 and pill a cap too. [Ab] But I ain't down for the [Bbm] tattoo. Tears, spending years in a P.E..N. And I'm [Ab] just another brother in [Bbm] the wind. No love in the ghetto, see. [Ab] 187,000 [Bbm] sheep. _ I'm a pretty good man. [Fm] _ [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. Go _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bbm] to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [Bbm] Go to the ghetto. _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _
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