Chords for The Game - Too Much (AOL Sessions) ft. Juice
Tempo:
94.15 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
Cm
Ab
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Gm]
[G]
[Ab] I'm from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the blow good.
So we rockin' like Tracy McGrady, Senator Houston and the Gray Mercedes.
I'm a product of [Gm] my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that means me, Kanye, Yeezy, and Young Jeezy all crack babies.
And it's evident, my flow is heaven-sent, first LP on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans.
Nigga, I can't be fucked [Eb] like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist, the Mexicans.
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the artist, [Ab] just number one since Fiji and Pac [Gm] departed.
Listen, Dre ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey.
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month.
[Ab] I'm a blunt, you can grip if you want, just let it bump, like you got Scott's thoughts tied up in a trunk.
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man.
Too much grunts in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump.
[Cm] Nigga, my man is [Eb] fucked, but who [Ab] cares, grabbing her by the arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [A] attention you aim, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
I thought I told [Gm] you I'm done with the beef, clam, my son's free now, and I've been making it so long, I'm the beast now.
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-town, I mean shot town, fuck [Cm] it, it can go down.
Nigga, I [Ab] spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga, this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown.
I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead, tell them do it again.
[Gm] Put my head on the rail, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tukey.
I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tukey, roll to California, run and keep watching the movie.
[Cm] Wild Wildest [Ab] gang banging shit since I was 2, I bought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man.
[Gm] Too much going to the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] You look like you mad as [Gm] fuck, but who cares, [Cm] grabbing her by the [Fm] arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [Am] attention you get, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
[Gm] Yo, try fans, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash.
It's lyrical homicide, blow airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out.
Stick us, top what ass, yeah, bitch ass, blow, inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs.
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only [Ab] in your mind.
Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood.
And I keep a chrome 4-5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury [D] me under my hood.
[Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearing they chain?
Mr.
Ace to the S, O-Nah, it's a hurricane.
Long as my family straight, weaknesses in my weight.
I fed them the documentary and they scraped the plate.
[Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look at his face, I can not, will not ever be replaced.
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front [Gm] man.
Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbing her by the [Ab] arm, cause she [A] scared.
Don't know how much attention you [Eb] ain't, you better be ready to [Cm] die in this [Gm] game.
People finna lie to shit, he look scared, you can't find your girl, she right here.
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, besides there's way too many hoes in here.
[Fm] Too much AOL, gotta go.
[G]
[Ab] I'm from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the blow good.
So we rockin' like Tracy McGrady, Senator Houston and the Gray Mercedes.
I'm a product of [Gm] my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that means me, Kanye, Yeezy, and Young Jeezy all crack babies.
And it's evident, my flow is heaven-sent, first LP on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans.
Nigga, I can't be fucked [Eb] like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist, the Mexicans.
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the artist, [Ab] just number one since Fiji and Pac [Gm] departed.
Listen, Dre ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey.
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month.
[Ab] I'm a blunt, you can grip if you want, just let it bump, like you got Scott's thoughts tied up in a trunk.
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man.
Too much grunts in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump.
[Cm] Nigga, my man is [Eb] fucked, but who [Ab] cares, grabbing her by the arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [A] attention you aim, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
I thought I told [Gm] you I'm done with the beef, clam, my son's free now, and I've been making it so long, I'm the beast now.
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-town, I mean shot town, fuck [Cm] it, it can go down.
Nigga, I [Ab] spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga, this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown.
I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead, tell them do it again.
[Gm] Put my head on the rail, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tukey.
I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tukey, roll to California, run and keep watching the movie.
[Cm] Wild Wildest [Ab] gang banging shit since I was 2, I bought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man.
[Gm] Too much going to the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] You look like you mad as [Gm] fuck, but who cares, [Cm] grabbing her by the [Fm] arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [Am] attention you get, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
[Gm] Yo, try fans, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash.
It's lyrical homicide, blow airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out.
Stick us, top what ass, yeah, bitch ass, blow, inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs.
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only [Ab] in your mind.
Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood.
And I keep a chrome 4-5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury [D] me under my hood.
[Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearing they chain?
Mr.
Ace to the S, O-Nah, it's a hurricane.
Long as my family straight, weaknesses in my weight.
I fed them the documentary and they scraped the plate.
[Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look at his face, I can not, will not ever be replaced.
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front [Gm] man.
Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbing her by the [Ab] arm, cause she [A] scared.
Don't know how much attention you [Eb] ain't, you better be ready to [Cm] die in this [Gm] game.
People finna lie to shit, he look scared, you can't find your girl, she right here.
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, besides there's way too many hoes in here.
[Fm] Too much AOL, gotta go.
Key:
Gm
Cm
Ab
Eb
A
Gm
Cm
Ab
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] I'm from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the blow good.
So we rockin' like Tracy McGrady, Senator Houston and the Gray Mercedes.
I'm a product of [Gm] my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that means me, Kanye, Yeezy, and Young Jeezy all crack babies.
And it's evident, my flow is heaven-sent, first LP on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans.
Nigga, I can't be fucked [Eb] like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist, the Mexicans.
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the artist, [Ab] just number one since Fiji and Pac [Gm] departed.
Listen, Dre ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey.
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month.
[Ab] I'm a blunt, you can grip if you want, just let it bump, like you got Scott's thoughts tied up in a trunk.
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man.
Too much grunts in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump.
[Cm] Nigga, my man is [Eb] fucked, but who [Ab] cares, grabbing her by the arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [A] attention you aim, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
I thought I told [Gm] you I'm done with the beef, clam, my son's free now, and I've been making it so long, I'm the beast now.
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-town, I mean shot town, fuck [Cm] it, it can go down.
Nigga, I [Ab] spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga, this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown.
I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead, tell them do it again.
[Gm] Put my head on the rail, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tukey.
I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tukey, roll to California, run and keep watching the movie.
[Cm] Wild Wildest [Ab] gang banging shit since I was 2, I bought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man.
[Gm] Too much going to the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] You look like you mad as [Gm] fuck, but who cares, [Cm] grabbing her by the [Fm] arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [Am] attention you get, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
[Gm] Yo, try fans, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash.
It's lyrical homicide, blow airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out.
Stick us, top what ass, yeah, bitch ass, blow, inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs.
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only [Ab] in your mind.
Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood.
And I keep a chrome 4-5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury [D] me under my hood.
[Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearing they chain?
Mr.
Ace to the S, O-Nah, it's a hurricane.
Long as my family straight, weaknesses in my weight.
I fed them the documentary and they scraped the plate.
[Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look at his face, I can not, will not ever be replaced.
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front [Gm] man.
Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbing her by the [Ab] arm, cause she [A] scared.
Don't know how much attention you [Eb] ain't, you better be ready to [Cm] die in this [Gm] game.
People finna lie to shit, he look scared, you can't find your girl, she right here.
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, besides there's way too many hoes in here.
[Fm] Too much AOL, gotta go.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Ab] I'm from the old hood, something like your hood, where niggas don't know good or no sugar, but the blow good.
So we rockin' like Tracy McGrady, Senator Houston and the Gray Mercedes.
I'm a product of [Gm] my environment, grew up in the 80s, so that means me, Kanye, Yeezy, and Young Jeezy all crack babies.
And it's evident, my flow is heaven-sent, first LP on the same shelf as the [Ab] veterans.
Nigga, I can't be fucked [Eb] like a lesbian, I'm the hip-hop with cartoonist, the Mexicans.
I'm an artist, never claimed to be the artist, [Ab] just number one since Fiji and Pac [Gm] departed.
Listen, Dre ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me, all you other niggas used to be good like King Griffey.
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt, on fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month.
[Ab] I'm a blunt, you can grip if you want, just let it bump, like you got Scott's thoughts tied up in a trunk.
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call [Gm] me the front man.
Too much grunts in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump.
[Cm] Nigga, my man is [Eb] fucked, but who [Ab] cares, grabbing her by the arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [A] attention you aim, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
I thought I told [Gm] you I'm done with the beef, clam, my son's free now, and I've been making it so long, I'm the beast now.
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-town, I mean shot town, fuck [Cm] it, it can go down.
Nigga, I [Ab] spit the whole round, 4 plus 4 pounds, nigga, this the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown.
I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig, I come back from the dead, tell them do it again.
[Gm] Put my head on the rail, dare a nigga to shoot me, I'm gangsta, took more shots than Tukey.
I'm alive so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tukey, roll to California, run and keep watching the movie.
[Cm] Wild Wildest [Ab] gang banging shit since I was 2, I bought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man.
[Gm] Too much going to the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] You look like you mad as [Gm] fuck, but who cares, [Cm] grabbing her by the [Fm] arm, cause she scared.
[Cm] Don't know how much [Am] attention you get, [Eb] you better be ready to [Cm] die.
[Gm] Yo, try fans, both hands on the dash, close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash.
It's lyrical homicide, blow airbags out, roll the fucking windows down, let the bass out.
Stick us, top what ass, yeah, bitch ass, blow, inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs.
Nigga you can drive a Bentley if only [Ab] in your mind.
Four doors, leather and wood, ride like I got a horse stable under my hood.
And I keep a chrome 4-5 under my hood, so if I die, nigga bury [D] me under my hood.
[Gm] Who had the hottest bitch in the game, wearing they chain?
Mr.
Ace to the S, O-Nah, it's a hurricane.
Long as my family straight, weaknesses in my weight.
I fed them the documentary and they scraped the plate.
[Ab] 20 magazine covers, nigga look at his face, I can not, will not ever be replaced.
Cause I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man, drugs in the trunk man, call me the front [Gm] man.
Too much Chris in the club not to get drunk, too many bitches in the world not to fuck.
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up, and too much bass in the trunk so let it bump.
[Cm] He look like he mad as [Gm] fuck, but who [Cm] cares, grabbing her by the [Ab] arm, cause she [A] scared.
Don't know how much attention you [Eb] ain't, you better be ready to [Cm] die in this [Gm] game.
People finna lie to shit, he look scared, you can't find your girl, she right here.
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare, besides there's way too many hoes in here.
[Fm] Too much AOL, gotta go.